And the more girls were added to him, and the more the weight of feeling welled up in him because of having taken unto himself the burden of responding appropriately to all those girls, the deeper he thrust his hands into his contemplative pockets, and the more the weight of his hands in his pockets came to seem the weight of stones, the lighter he felt, and he did not understand this feeling, yet he gave himself over to it, until there was no difference between himself and this feeling of wonderful lightness, and a beatific smile came across his face, and he was lifted up into the air, where large white clouds were scudding across a perfect blue sky, and he became those clouds, and it was good.
Hey Nin remember me. I wrote gates of paradise and the Divine Seed. Long time back. I'm Adam from Cambridge in South England! Loved the Walt Whitman piece, reminds me dearly of my own life. I'm 27 years old, becoming a sad conquistador now.... But yay the sun fills our summer and the crickets chirp at night and Scorpio reigns like A Love Supreme in the sky.... Forgive me for neglecting your blog for so long.... Everybody's too caught up in Facebook to check their blogs and the sky clouds moonflower image fills my dreams of earlier.... I myself haven't Updated my blog for over a year but hey peak experiences don't always come to me. But yeah I went punting thru beautiful Grantchester meadows thought of your poem about orgasm farming as I loved the vision of the moon as I planted the pole deep into the water.... Naked swimmers returned to the nudist colony as a smoothly negotiated the river Cam.... Walt Whitman is very much present in stencil graffitied images I have sprayed in Grantchester and in g charity shops in the beating heart of the city which can also be seen in cafes in the Norfolk quarter.... Check out Fred's House Waterloo Sunset on YouTube beautiful song the lead singer is called Vicky (she gives good hugs) xxxx
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3 comments:
And the more girls were added to him, and the more the weight of feeling welled up in him because of having taken unto himself the burden of responding appropriately to all those girls, the deeper he thrust his hands into his contemplative pockets, and the more the weight of his hands in his pockets came to seem the weight of stones, the lighter he felt, and he did not understand this feeling, yet he gave himself over to it, until there was no difference between himself and this feeling of wonderful lightness, and a beatific smile came across his face, and he was lifted up into the air, where large white clouds were scudding across a perfect blue sky, and he became those clouds, and it was good.
Beautiful! Thank you, Tom. I love that!
Nice one Tom.
Hey Nin remember me. I wrote gates of paradise and the Divine Seed. Long time back. I'm Adam from Cambridge in South England! Loved the Walt Whitman piece, reminds me dearly of my own life. I'm 27 years old, becoming a sad conquistador now.... But yay the sun fills our summer and the crickets chirp at night and Scorpio reigns like A Love Supreme in the sky.... Forgive me for neglecting your blog for so long.... Everybody's too caught up in Facebook to check their blogs and the sky clouds moonflower image fills my dreams of earlier.... I myself haven't Updated my blog for over a year but hey peak experiences don't always come to me. But yeah I went punting thru beautiful Grantchester meadows thought of your poem about orgasm farming as I loved the vision of the moon as I planted the pole deep into the water.... Naked swimmers returned to the nudist colony as a smoothly negotiated the river Cam.... Walt Whitman is very much present in stencil graffitied images I have sprayed in Grantchester and in g charity shops in the beating heart of the city which can also be seen in cafes in the Norfolk quarter.... Check out Fred's House Waterloo Sunset on YouTube beautiful song the lead singer is called Vicky (she gives good hugs) xxxx
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