November 2009
7 posts
golden brown
“…the cold wash of anesthesia hit me it swept over me, a wave that started at the tip of my, rushing across my face to my head, running down my neck to my chest, crashing into a warm golden explosion in my stomach, my groin, a blessed sensation beyond the peak of orgasm and relief of nausea, as every muscle in my body relaxed and my head lolled gently my shoulder, every sense...
The meaning of now
We are living through the most exciting, challenging and most critical time in human history. Never before has so much been possible; and never before has so much been at stake
Around us we see crisis of all kinds - environmental crises, social crises, economic crises, international crises. We also see that the roots of these crisis lie with us - our materialism, our yearning for power, our love...
http://www.peterrussell.com/Odds/WorldClock.php →
golden brown
Golden brown texture like sun Lays me down WITH my mind she runs Throughout the night No need to fight Never a frown with golden brown Every time just like the last On her ship tied to the mast To distant lands Takes both my hands Never a frown with golden brown Golden brown finer temptress Through the ages she’s heading west From far away Stays for a day Never a frown with golden brown
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