Fleshity-flesh-flesh-flowers-mmmmmmm!!!

I once heard a little girl in the playground at the park when I was working-out sing, "I come from HONEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYY! I am in Heaven!"

Ahh, the simplicity, the accuracy! Children are masters without any knowledge of their profound value. Because here I am robbing her simple truth and divulging it to the cosmic consciousness.

Luckily truth is as deep as it can be plumbed. Sigh, it is but another triffling poetry. . .if not savored, it disappears as if it never was. And believe me, the way she said it was like a rare bird's song; impossible to describe or repeat.

Last night's dream was another rip-roaring ride of fantastic magnificence. But I wanted to play that organ so bad I got up early not to record the dream, but to get an hour of funky hum in before work.

However, there was an aspect to the dream that should be drawn, as words could never describe this spectacle.

Right near the end of a long, long dinner-type-party with multiple families all coming and going, levels, an opulent environment as if by the sea, high-up in sequoias, and in luscious bohemian architecture at the same time, we were all floating away. Haha, yes, literally, we were floating up like balloons through branches, like we were driving down streets towards our respective neighborhoods. The morning was dawning, or the night was falling. I see two girls with very nice bubbly-shaped bodies oogling me and they see me liking them. As I do, what had seemed maybe to be fabric was now skin, and their balloons breathed ever-so-close to mine, within reaching distance, and began turning as if their street went that way and my path lay straight ahead. . .

As the closest girl turns, her ass becomes closest to me, in my face, and my eyes greedily dig to within inches of her -- her pussy shows itself to me, and it is unlike any human sexuality -- it rises like the flower of a passion-fruit...[pic]...the stem lifting and retracting as the dark ring of the flower contracts and relaxes. Like a wave goodbye.

I am shocked, tickled, and smug. I wake up, wood, and it is morning.