Opossum

BEDSIDE GOODBYE.

Aretha!
Honey, you know its gon' be beautiful don't you?
Ain't no corner of this here world where your sweet voice ain't gon' be heard to-night!
Tomorrow too!
Shucks, it's gon' go on for a month of Sundays, Honey!
They gonna wake up slumb'rin Gabriel long 'fore yo flight supposed to arrive! Oh!
Yess. Sir. Ree!
An' you gon' be travelin First-Class!
Get you room for yo furs!
But they ain't gon' let you catch no forty winks up in their neither!
Them hostesses 'n fine-lookin' captains gonna spend so much time back in the cabin with you an' the champagne, they might damn well lose their way try an bring you back here to us!
But don't you worry sweetie:
GOD got the air traffic control!
GOD got the baggage claim!
GOD got yo' limousine!
GOD got the red carpet!
GOD got yo' freshen up!
GOD got yo' microphone!
GOD got the house lights!
GOD got the curtains!
All's you's got to do is SING for them angels, Honey.
Sing. Sing. Sing.

91%

I'm really good at

Introducing people to new things, from foods and places to passions.

I'm interested in the 9% uncommon-- I guess that's the well from which you'll pull new things to delight , shock and enthrall me. A bottomless 9% that refills everyday like Sheherezades tale and keeps my head on!

Vent-age.

Right now, I mostly use my penis for peeing.

Digital Literature

Ungrounded

Anxiety
The souls of my feet don't touch the ground

Rennaissance Fart

Even my brain wants my brain, trapped by so much eye candy, so I live in my mind while my personal and community bodies suffer dereliction.