Long Weekend

A long weekend,

Where did Wally go?

A thousand stories; a single thread.

Gay Education

For the misguided heterosexuals and breeders out there, 

please educate yourself with this :

LOMO

My first LOMO: Diana F+. 

We'll see.

/rubs Diana.

All Sheeps Go To Heaven

This is Joo, who accompanied M on a sojourn across taiwan. He attended him on their many adventures through the wild land, keeping him warm in my absence. Joo is pretty vain, but is nevertheless a sensible little sheep.

This is Joolette, our transexual son who used to be our daughter. He has a wanton streak which we find irrepressibile. He is sprawled across the table in a grin because he is smashed up on naughty substances. Sigh. The black sheep of the family.

As you can see, Joolette's rebellious streak has led to his incontinent substance abusing habits, much to the chagrin of Joo.

And this is why Joolette looks perpetually happy and high.

the entry without paragraphs or casuality

I am possessed of certain proclivities; colourful mind-dews that condense like water on the cool of my spirit. To live a life of fullness, one must envision certain boundaries; certain invariables that mark that corners of your world. A common and useful metaphor that I use involves the imagery of a sea; a vista boundless and fathoms-deep, overstretching just so, from without my mind; the dichotomy of a bubbling stream of tap water - leaking from somewhere within my soul into a sidewalk puddle. Utter freedom is a formless thing: quietly insidious in guise and raiment, paying due to an entropy of will and perspective that bleeds like a setting sun. An absolute dissolution of Choice: for in ultimate freedom, we are enslaved and assailed by all that could be, has been and had came before.  To divide infinity, one returns to the equation with more degrees of eternity. And so, I relinquish myself to limitations; to know the cup that holds the wine and feel its overarching embrace reach over and around of me, such that I might be given leave to overflow, with the ocean of my being.

Voyeurism