This morning I learn about systems thinking, yesterday about warm data... In both cases, I wonder where your beautiful mind would find these topics, how it would weave them into your fabric... to be known, someday. Until then, it will live in me.
Love, Ty
All parties involved have the option of converting their time into joy (87% pure), if they choose. Methods are numerous & growing. TBE. To submit interest please place lips on face of Terrestial.
With love... T
Well, well, well... I'm grateful for this deep well I'm blessed with, this dark well... so that I might love you so well. The depth and darkness is in direct proportion to the heights of ecstacy to be felt. Come see my well, I'll go cave diving in yours.
Love, T
Morning orgasms... bonus orgasms? are they all bonus orgasms... Surely not, some are clandestined, some are secret. Some are decidedly NOT free orgasms. Oh baby, they are all free. And they will be free in every way/shape & form.
Love, O.T.
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We are spiritual animals... but then again all animals are spiritual. Are we the LEAST? spiritual animal?! maybe... or maybe we can separate from spirit for a purpose... to commune. To see more. Have you ever seen a cyclops? Forehead to forehead. Not scared.
Little Emma,
Little Emma, I wonder what stories you speak when you are on walks. I want to hear about the characters in your awake and sleeping dreams. I will tell you stories that will make you laugh, gasp, and grasp my arm. I'll sing you to sleep.
Love, Ty
Mice + Helium... ²He⁴ hears if he sips it, he'll squeak. But he already squeaks. So He need not. What not? No. For he was born for it, among many more marvels. Make he from something lighter + Brighter. Let it be light and nothing more. Let it be dark. 3 blind, dark
We've got teams... in the seen, and unseen. Call them fairies, gods, flowers. Call them right here and now to ask — and they will echo the guidance that's been here always, through your earsies into your cells. “You are not alone.” And you can yell back...... Fully Alive
Emma Sea. Speer,
Absorbing blue is your elegant photospectral digestive suggestive. As plant produce oxygen for the PPP (planet, people & plot), you seem to ooze this bright orange succulent nectar — tongues, the world over, thirst for...
Yours truly — ahhh...
Play with my hair. Please baby, please. Let it run on you palm, between you fingers, tickle you skin. Tickle me while I tickle you. Tickle my brain with tales told tightly... practiced, perfected.... and ones bound loosely with yarn barely traceable... while you play with me.
E-baby-Bear,
Ooooh yesss... I've got my paws in the honey pot. Messy, mucky, sticky, delish. Finger-lickin'-good! A grubby bear for a gritty world. Drip from my cheeks & chin. You'll see me grin... bare my teeth. Bear hand and bare feet. Paws. Pause.
Little Emma / Little E,
Little Emma, I told Big E about bonus time — ask her to teach you please. As I watch B.T. grow, it feels like a dream made for earth for Us. I hope I can count high enough, I might need your help. We could start our own calendar. With special holidays and silliness.
Embima,
Wild laughter, like wild fire, will spread unchecked for days, weeks, years. No caution, only wind here. You giggle are such a delight as they bound from wall to wall, landing on lucky ears, often igniting those creature—eventually bringing them to tears.
Mi Amor,
“Into the unknown...” they yell... knowing less than they think and more than they need! “Time for a ship upgrade” they both decided... so work commences on the vessel... friendship as the base layer. Parts of each make for parts of partnership. Alone they each win wildly. Together — the championship.
E Lite,
How we do one thing is how we do everything. You are BLESSED w/ The Mystical Light Cone of Attention that lights up mistakes as goods. You're not ever cold E, sometimes your radiance is just directed elsewhere. That lucky elsewhere. And when it's time, that light-cone will return to me. Keep doing everything that lights your way.
E-Claire-Sky,
In slowness our souls play. In stillness they find their natural rhythm. In the void the noise has nothing to eat and it dies. Taps out. Gone! What remains dances in silence... Sways, spins, syncs with the other “lost souls” in the darkness. Lol. Wot absurdity. “Lost.” Let's Dance.
E-lectric Oven,
Rotisery chicken bed... turning over and over in the night next to you. Not for comfort. So every side of my flesh gets exposure to every side of you. Evenly, unevenly, I don't mind. What's important is your radiance on me. (cooking kings & queens.)
SlowIEE,
As we rise... so we go down. Into the pits baby. Into the dark, hair on arms, on end. Spin down. Savor the sensations as we go in. In, in, in, down, down, down, through floor. burn, bright. Fuck Here we go! again! around — UP! IN! OUT! move. LFG Aim to be alive.
Emma Earma.,
Hum hum humming my way all the ways we want to find waves. Sound waves. Find them on my tongue, find them in your ear... my tongue, in your ear? How did that get there?... Tongue of truth, with a direct line to my heart. You make it sing.
bat + stem
You're a woman after her own heart. Follow the thread — textiles to textures to texts not yet tapestry-to-be. Loving yourself so truly, fully, wildly that a simplicity emerges. A truth. The truth of you. Words may make the mask? For the real thing, you must see!
wEmma,
Dry cleaned? You want that dry cleaned? Give me that moisture — that moist air, that steam. Welcome Auntie stream to the conversation. Slow down. Be still. Drip... on me. The day I ask for dry cleaning, please, throw me in a cold shower & wash my mouth with...
E.,
Grand old time. Grandfather clock, tick, tick, triple tick tock. Keep pace. Keep frame. Circle, in your own way. Make your own time. Learn lullabies from that piano in the room, that grand (in tone, not name). See it. Witness the bars. Staggered black bars. Now see the keys come into frame.
Emma C. Speer,
Next slide please! Click, Click, slide. Each tells a piece of the story. None tell it all. Were you paying, with your attention? Next slide please. Oh the slides are fun. “Mommy, I want to go on that one!” Spins and waves. Let's not bring ladders into this. We only need slides. Lumpy slides. Wonky edges. Is this a puzzle?
Emma WiggleSpeer,
Today I realised, you speak to remember who you are. You let your poetry guide you. And what a guide it is. You speak to future you, past you; all the yous outside of you. And we hear you, and we speak right back. Some whisper, some shout. And somewhere, some-when, we are all hearing you. Speak up baby. More
E-1,
Time One... the one what? Place? Point in time? Person, cookie, direction. The One is so misleading. One more please. The One is whole, but not the whole story. One more carrot... in the primordial soup. One more scoop in this bowl of a soul. The Ones are all here. Please stir.
Fit Baby E,
I saw a Fit today that made me think of you. Though it only had me fooled for a fraction of a second, it was a fraction worth saving. Wow, savoring a ‘maybe that's her car’... so those sleepy eyes won't be tricked, I'll let them fall on the real Fit.
Noah + Emma,
If it's a him thing it's totally awesome... and if it's just hers, it might be a problem, but most likely not. Here's the thing. Sometimes when Noah talks, Emma's legs cease firing. She just hits the floor. First time I saw this I thought Noah had super powers. He does.
Oh to be powerful. You move with such care and grace. Gentle w/ the gentle, kind w/ the... all. To see yourself in everyone — a gift and a task. To endeavour to make sense of the nonsense of the past, the planet, the people. Our time here is precarious, with a mini cliff [unclear] to be there. Let's go full power on the important & all the rest.
E + Mate,
We rock baby, roll baby, rock that fucking boat. Rockstars, rocking the stars, steady that fucking boat. Down on our knees in that fucking boat. What's the boat rocking? Oh, that's just us fucking... towards that buoy rocked. That day rocked. This day rocks.
Making more. Making us more. Making more of us. All the ingredients are here... for more. More human, more depth, more giggling, more spirit, more disco, more please. I'm hungry for you, us, me. I'm more me, just lately. It's so simple — and there's so much here. So much time, capacity, skill, energy, material. For making love. Building love. Our love. Love multiplies. The math is easy: A + B + C > B + A, where A is your love, B is mine, C is ours... D is the universe — that's a constant though, so it's not used in the formula. It's just one more thing that's got us. Let's build it in the woods, on the beaches, in the garden, inside the glow of every sunset, in the dark, behind our eyelids. I'm planting love so it grows strong, fast & deep. Watering it, just like I water you. Every time I say ‘I water you’ I mean ‘I grow you’.
Let's grow wild Emma.
Cap E.,
Fresh... salty... still... bubbling... drink my water, let it drip. Quench your thirst. I'll quench mine. In the movement both in & between waves we find the lessons of the sea. Tangaroa the teacher. Show us bounty... fruit of oceans, and show us fury.
E-Dreamy,
Many moons ago I dreamed of this. Of you. Not how you looked or acted or ‘did’... but how you felt. How you show up in the world. How you treat the treasures of this world. What you find treasure in. Now I see you, and I hope... many moons to go.
Team E.T.,
We a team baby. I wanna lead, just like I want you to lead baby. We a team baby. We'll take turns; may my 20s be your 30s & yours be mine. Equal but not opposite. Complimentary — may be seemingly contradictory and yet, we work baby. We a team baby.
Prayer E b.b.,
We're picking bones. Playing tick, tack, toe on the pavement outside, although that's not the words I'd use. I'd say naughts and crosses, and footpath. Either way, we'll play. I'll speak your language & you mine. Maybe I'll teach you KungFu language. What a ‘me’ x ‘me’.