Why it Doesn’t Work So well: Horny mystics, The Love Ideal West, and my fucking Lucky Charms


As I approach 1000 posts I thought I’d bring back some old classics

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There is some kiss we want
with our whole lives,
the touch of Spirit on the body.

Seawater begs the pearl
to break its shell.

And the lily, how passionately
it needs some wild Darling!

At night, I open the window
and ask the moon to come
and press its face into mine.
Breathe into me.

Close the language-door,
and open the love-window.

The moon won’t use the door,
only the window.

In honor of Valentine’s Day, over-consumption of chocolates, roses with no smell, and all the orgasms which were faked, I thought I would bestow upon you the reader, some treasures culled from my ebullient peregrinations through both the world at large, and the illusive shadow it cast over the machinations of our human drama. I am going to tell you about love and one of the reasons historically its fucked up in a unique way in the…

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