DMV

…hugging The Path, lily-fondles, tulip-love…seizing the Hills…infinite sweetness…WWWhen?…The Path on the hills…His Sweetness on his way…hot hardness…sweeeet intrusion…lost in you, my sweet, unidentified Aussie specie…

…the cucumbers form circles, little discussion groups in the lake. I used to swim from one to another, just listening… one was talking about The President, another was focused on the EU, a third on Romanian politics, and yet another represented the nihilist ‘screw them all’ standpoint – most probably the most accurate… Infinite, infinite

…this is one of the so-called salt lakes. It’s great to float, though it can be a bit challenging because your legs tend to drop. That’s why most people are ‘standing,’ bouncing gently up and down in the water — looking like cucumbers in brine, with hats and sunglasses. I used to have a lot

…on the tender sides, down on The Path, down in the bazaar…contemplating The Unseen…caressing The Sweet Unknown…deep intrusion, arch-cuddle…His Sweetness on his way…sweeeeet capture…lost