gales of living laughter
sit/walk meditation
The Lampshade of destiny obscures the starlight of your holy roman empire.
A conquest at the behest of unholy cravings
a test - ament, to the unbound desires of what it means to be
alive.
The all powerful force of desire
to strike a blow in the belly of the beast
she says “no thank you”
pulling the desire into her own sexual essence
transmuting into burning ice
which erupts from her mouth in gales of living laughter.
