Back when I still thbought the web was a silly thing (mainly ’cause HTML really sucks), one of the few moments of Ah Hah came from Cyborganic and a young guy named Justin Hall - who not only came out on the web, but squirted that effervescent stream of life - now known as blogging - more eloquently than a herd of elephant chanting Rasta Fari.

Or shall I say - as a moonbeam wraps her light across the face of my love - after sex?

Or maybe it’s - the drunken paramours on the Il de Cite - in front of Baudelaire’s Hashish Club - dancing naked, swirling dervishes surrounded by Moorish heads of captured Turks?

Justin defined for me - what it was like to live your life - as a book.

So now - he’s gona back to school and…..

And she returns my calls!
I met a gal who makes me want to floss. Just getting out of the house or trading casual touches by telephone. Some thing is happening, an embrocating exercise regimen for a tired heart. Unwitting smiles.

Some moments life seems dimmed without. Other moments I gladly doubletime to finish my duties before she calls and I rush off for a few more hours in suspended smiling animation

time changes, the sky opens, the years beyond now shift into rose-focus, my manhood considered, a new set of smells. senses, other then words.

I’m still behind, in school, in work, my home, in laundry.

[Justin’s Links]

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