More Nursery Rhymes

The Indian and Old Mother Hubbard bred in a cupboard, she gave head and he got screwed.

2:20pm on 4.18 ?! An ode to overwhelming omniscient awareness:

  Over the Rainbow and through the Abyss to the Sly Priestess' Crown we go!

4-18-2011 @2:20pm: Ode to Awareness beyond Awareness

We danced and swooned all night, the Abyss and I [who (is) Naught] while deep, deep the seed was cast, until at last, languid and engorged, her grip she loosed, bored and somnolent she turned away and forgot of me (as I had she) as I withdrew back into the luminescent veil of my comforting reality.