Losing My Way

I remember/ when you were beautiful/ I suppose there's still/ some beauty there/ deep inside where no one can see/ except for me.// Was it 40 years ago/ or maybe yesterday?/ When everybody wanted you/ but nobody needed you/ except a lonely fool/ who you couldn't see.//

O what wondrous times we live in! Never has humanity lived so well, and things just get better every day....why, I probably am underestimating the rate of progress. It's really quite mind-boggling.

I can't believe I've been away so long...so many words never written...so many cocks unimagined...in my mouth up my ass...in my mouth up my ass...IN MY MOUTH UP MY ASS!!!!! Where do I go from here? will someone be impressed by my inner beauty enough to hug me tight and hold me close and rub his crotch up to mine and make me melt in his strong arms as he kisses me and then says to go to his car and get i and show me your panties. how did he know? why do I

Casual brilliance/ Instant ecstasy/ What more do I need?/ It's good enough for me// There aer times that I wonder/ about what could have been/ so I change the subject/ I won't go through that again//

In the book 'Druids' by Morgan Llewellyn (an excellent book by the way), there are a couple of scenes of sex magic. Can one perform sex magic without a partner? Is it only done with a man and a woman, or would there be a rite involving one man sucking a cock while he is getting fucked up the ass? Somehow I think that would be strong magic indeed. 'Come, my hearty fellows, and we'll perform the sacrament that will bring peace to the Earth. First we must shave my body and my face, and dress me in sheer fabrics adorned with the colors of spring. Very good...very good. Now I want to let one of you in the temple of my mouth, meant for the worship of penis. First I will lick it until it gets hard...o so nice, nice and hard. As I put it in my mouth, I will open the temple of my ass, so that the other can enter...it wants to worship too, with long strokes made for adoration. Let the ceremony begin!' And yea, I suck that cock, and I feel the other cock going up my ass.

The deadworld burns the sacred grove and erects temples for the worship of false idols.

Thomas Pynchon's novel Vineland was one of my best reading experiences. I think it's brilliant. Somehow it resonates within me, and it's final image could hardly be more beautiful.