A higher power has informed me of my former incarnation

A reckless life rife with excess for which, reincarnated, I now pay.

Hence, I have this travail of an odyssey to return home from my run around the world--running back in the other direction--and it must continue without delay.

To that end, today I pushed on for 7.5 (3.75 X 2) miles more. 

Now I've only 24,970 miles to go. Or is that bottles of beer on the wall??

Syb-or-Toy

when she *purrs* I can’t hide,
‘stead I trip, then I slide
as I slip deep inside of her
mystical realm.

tightly wrapped deep within
her warm gorge, I begin
to take marvelous measure
of her hidden love treasures.

a pleasure dome? Xanadu?
as queen of all does she rule
drawing me deeper towards bliss
with every *lick*, every *kiss*.

once begun I can’t stop
and she takes every drop
of my soul burning brightly,
all repeated thrice nightly.

when she *purrs*
I revolve
then dissolve
but can’t hide.

I have taken steps to retain a lawyer in an imminent lawsuit against Xanga.

I have had enough.  Charades and shenanigans are fine.  But when Xanga itself permits subliminal advertising that adversely affects my mental health, I must strike back (the id which constitutes my superego declares it apropos).

So I was asleep last night when I heard a voice.  It said "Dick"  "Dick B lick"   "dick be licked"  I woke up so hard that there was practically no blood left in my feet, head, or hands!  You bastards!!!  Sucking so hard on my proverbial Achilles' appurtenance!

Class action, anyone??