A world of made is not a world of born

May my mind stroll about hungry and fearless and thirsty and supple and even if its sunday may i be wrong for whenever men are right they are not young

The sensual mysticism of entire vertical being.

Only by you my heart always moves.

Humanity i love you because you are perpetually putting the secret of life in your pants and forgetting it's there and sitting down on it and because you are forever making poems in the lap of death Humanity i hate you

Sweet springtime is my time is your time is our time for springtime is love time and viva sweet love.

Here's to opening and upward... and to yourself and up with you and up with and up with laughing.