Art and Play

Though almost any lively soul is enjoyable, upon my rebirth I insisted on only facing the world sans blinders, harness, and choke chain, discarding too the whip as impersonal, choosing to spank bad girls by hand rather than indulge their chaotic dissolution.

The greater sin still: boredom (specifically how one permits this of themselves or others) -- and its cousin -- ritualistic duty, typically bad taxidermy occupying the living room to create the illusion of stability attainable by passive observation and belief in symbols more than reality. Safe in a bunker, so safe that nothing great is ever encountered.

Spring and summer as especially sacred seasons for play, romance, travel, exploration, and every wonderful stirring. Accordingly, all obligations are canceled well into September to match nature's pulse of surging life with days stretched for deep fulfillment and inviting nights to sustain good company.

We are the same as the flowers blossoming or trees rich with fruit. Who cares if animals pluck away in the darkness? We are infinite and overfull, so too are we unhinderable and impervious to robbery, bad weather, personal concern, dissuasion, and being pulled under by the drowning.

Earthy rather than earthly, between cardamom and tamarind, often cinnamon in spirit: spicy sweet with subtle sultry teases, a little dark and playfully hot, raised in fertile organic soil forever close to what is appropriate for us and growing fuller thereby.