I sat naked, the shadows dancing around me, a sense of trepidation, such as one feels when contemplating trying on an old jacket, that one fears doesn't fit right.
My ajna formed a pool of shadows, inky and black, and oh so scary.
Here I am though, and really, I am prepared to handle any boogie boo boo (so I tell myself.)
I leap through the pool, my meat sitting chanting some meaningless something or other.
I leap through the pool and...suddenly I am face to face with a man with long red hair, and wearing a severely cut three button suit. He has a pin of a bright jade grasshopper on his lapel.
At the same time, he is this egg, of rainbow coloured slick, and also he is just horrible, but that is my hang up and not his.
He is smiling like he just dosed me with acid, and for some reason, he reminds me of Che Guevarra.
"Would you like some wine?" he asks, then all of a sudden he becomes liquid information, and the room starts to pulse, to a drum beat, then we are at a table playing dominos He nods, and laughs, and I find, I rather like him. He is dangerous, but coming from the ghetto, where EVERYONE had a gun, and was kinda crazy, I could deal with that, it was more a matter of understanding that there were absolutely no rules here, and in the absence of rules, manners take over.
We conversed in a high pitched sing song language, I felt like my brain was melting, and orgasming at the same time, then, all of a sudden, the body reasserted itself, and there I was in a dark dark room, with wine on my lips and a smile in my heart.
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