A loincloth is something I have never worn before. Today is the first day in the experimentation of barely covered private areas. I have a sheep's skin to cover me front bits and a rawhide thong up the back. My fur hat is on. My sash and machete are in place. Check. The battle for spiritual fumigation begins NOW.
Gestural spankings played themselves out, willy-nilly, on the canvas of my choosing yesterday. All in all, there was a forging ahead of creativity. The zone sparkles with anticipation and delight for today, I am hoping my diseased wishes for good painting will come truly true.
I am one with the roar today. The beast is me and I am unshaven.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
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One day I woke up and my foot was a birds nest. All day long birds were coming and going.
Oh Wendy, gnash gnar!!!! BIRDS FREAK ME OUT.
I am roving.
whip it mm. please stand with limbs akimbo, douse yourself in goose oil, the spirits will quiver at your mighty clomp clomps. please perform a world dance in honor of MAN.
Mountain Mans, you are a delight to behold. I am not gay. I have been thinking about what you asked. LAter I will say what makes me tick.
Chimney Sweep, what a relief that you are not gay. I really thought I would have to fend you off with Manbaby's dirty diapers. KIDDING!!!!
I want to sniff your pits.
FB, I am whipping.. It feels right, very fin de siecle.
I have emanated from the powers of true blue alignment. I am related to you and me. I have a stomach ache now but will be back later with frenetic wisdoms.
Sadly, my pits are not a delight to behold Mountain Man. You may smell if you like but consider yourself warned.
mountain man makes me pitch a tent in the mornings.
The lioncloth is hiding your purity. Take it off!
Cindy, your purity is an inspiration to all women to succumb to the desires of men. I want you to bend and bow to your owner (me). I LOVE YOU@@@@@
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