I have looked, born again by Zen
into the Void
which is my Mother's heart
which is my Mother's soul.

  --prayer I say whenever I'm anxiety-ridden at a men's public urinal and unable (otherwise) to pee

To  know truly in the mind that you are loved,
yet to feel nothing as the recipient: 
do  you have any idea how impossibly hard that is to make-believe?

I've never done an orgy,
Don't think I ever will,
For having just read the following,
I'll just bypass that thrill:

Longest Daisy Chain
The holder of this dubious record is the American slipper snail (Crepidula fornicata—the scientific name alone should clue you in on their kinky predilections). All slipper snails begin life 100% male. The chain begins when a young snail reaches sexual maturity, becomes stricken with ennui, and attaches itself permanently to some fixed object. At the same time it undergoes a complete identity crises and becomes female. Shortly afterward, another male snail comes along, then mounts and copulates with the first one. It, too, abandons the motile life and remains in permanent copulatory union with the first one for the remainder of their lives. A third snail then comes along and mounts this second snail, which in turn becomes female. This procedure continues until there are up to fourteen individuals in the perpendicular chain.

  --sexualrecords.com

Talk about *settling down*?!  Damn, if this isn't total commitment!!  But kinky, too.  As the final male gets to screw 13 females (at least in terms of propagative energy) who were certainly just shortly before the very same guys who used to drink snail beer and hang-out Friday nights at the snail-bar, playing cards and joking about how much it is entirely a "guys' world" 

Just more of the same *THE BOX* malaise.  Problems, problems since the latest "changing the rack super server upgrade".   This will only affect Premium members, so most of Xanga should be unconcerned.  This is just a note, in case someone who can do something is blogging by.  Thanks so much to all of you who worked so hard to get *THE BOX* (which I believe serves as the key reinforcer of blogging addiction) reimposed despite the Xangods reservations.

The young men... are doing absolutely shocking things, and there's no excuse for it.  For there are very fine-looking girls available at the brothels.  And you can see them standing there outside, breast bared in the bright sunshine, almost naked and lined up conveniently one after another.  From these anybody can pick out a favorite: skinny or fat; curvy, lanky, or bent over; young or old; firm or lush...These girls just about drag you in, calling the old men "Daddy," and the younger ones "Lover Boy."  And you can have her, cheap and without any risk, available day and evening--and any way you want her.

   --Xenarchus, Athens, 549 BC

Absolutely shocking things?  What?  Are they playing with their own wee-wees?  Or with each others' see-me wee-wees?  Are they conspiring to go off to war?  Or dirtying their minds with magnificences of numbers dancing postulates and theorems to match the trance of celestial spheres humming high above?  Or like good, would-be zoologists, are they exploring the intricate anatomy of sheep? Or philosophizing so scandalous as to corrupt all youth?  Or are they in drunken debauchery strewn about vomit-filled gutters so uncouth?  Are they stealing girls panties and stuffing them in rabbit holes and screwing the holes in the ground? Or are they engaged in cultish musings about the pompous possibilities for power and becoming Alexandrian masters of the world someday?  Or worse yet, are they enraptured by visions of sitting and writing and pushing their words somehow blogly into space?   YES!  That's it!  That's it!  And there's no excuse for it....