Listen up future me (a prophetic prayer of sorts)

Wake up early, stretch, light exercise, meditate
Take a shower, not too cool, not too warm, scents of mint and berries
Get dressed. Hopefully you live somewhere warm so thin cottons, silks and if you’re feeling fancy,lace and organza
Make breakfast, fruits, meat, eggs bread and fresh juice, the mind is your palace but the body must live
Sit down and create till noon
Make a light lunch, sandwich maybe, and take a walk or a bike ride around town, beach, market, forest
Just outside doing nothing but soaking up your surroundings, people watching, unplugging
Find a spot, take a good nap, wake up and and head back home
More creation till early evening
Make dinner. For sanity spend this time with others, talking, laughing, sharing
Ready yourself for bed, preferably within the pages of a book but a loved one’s arms will do
Thank the forces that keep you going, be they within yourself or in some transcendent being
Sleep, for everyday must come to an end.

How to break her


hold the paintbrush firm and create the masterpiece

Promise her cooked dinners (no microwaved noodles – the works).


talk to her

she yearns to be seen, heard, understood

to connect.

Come to her

cum into her, four, five, ten times

as many times as it takes to

turn her into soft clay.

Blow and bend her

make her stand tall

on your cracked glass floor.

Then one day

when she takes you into her mouth,

when her jaw hurts from

making you feel like a king,

when she gags as you moan in pleasure,

when she knows (or does she) that she’s all you want,

when you reach sweet sweet climax

expelling your seed into her,

swat her off you and laugh as you walk away.

That should do it.