sex dreams

violin & candlestick, 2008's ending

ever since i've been practicing tibetan dream yoga  (and haven't left my nest for weeks), i've had some strange dead guy visits.

the other evening, aa showed up at my hotel carrying a giant slab of raw, shrink wrapped meat as if he was delivering room service...i'll spare you the details of the second portion of this dream.  Then loandbeholdtightly, georges braque appeared and presented me with a gorgeous cubist rendition of my cunt, he said that licking it was getting him nowhere...

apparently, all of this time had passed without anyone having the balls to tell the man that painting was long dead around here.  Well, I've got Big Balls...