A Free Fool, At'all

The sands of my desert brain are still sifting; from long daze and surprisingly short nights.
I need to expel a few lines so that I can sleep for a little while longer.

I venture to master the art of breathing.

And because I know I am a fool, I am free.

Also, I love humans, trees, and everything in the in betweens.

I strive to reach this new end goal... to shear the obsidian lock of a black sheep.

Naked pink love making. Lets do it. Lets all practice love to our Self so that we may love all that is not our Self (I do prompt you to question the distinction).


I've also found utter joy in thinking like a cow.

I say g'night, and hand you a universal breath of a kiss