thankskilling at the buck house,
wilding land project, oregon 2012

you can lick my face anytime

here's my soupy soup
i thought about sending this in an email but for now i'm putting it here until i decide that it's okay to press the send button (these things can mean a lot and for some it might be toooooo much)

wow wow wow
i have warm burbles of love for all of you
i'm on the edge of tears - IN A NICE WAY, i must say
such that my eyes are always a little warm
and the edges of my vision blurred and soft so our world is a little dreamy
and my skin a little prickly
i feel fizzles between us
and though i am ZONKED, i like it and i like you
yes YOU, i'm looking at you
pretty mess-maker, joy-dancer, toe-wiggler, happy glowworm
at YOU life-good-maker, family-friend-lover
to whom i am grafted

i would briefly like to thank the universe
and its chaos
for coalescing to bring us-me-you here
THANKS ENTROPY (or rather let's measure ourselves on the spectrum thereof)!
you are a treat
you smell goodbad
you are nastytasty-tastynasty

aw shucks
i wanna hide in my hair
but i totally want you to get underneath it too
and we can live in a little tent
of my SAMSONITE hair
because i am so proud of you, to be with you and near you
because you are strong and beautiful and enticing and so so smart
so there you go

soupy-sappy-lovelove
you can lick my face anytime

cow horns are not phallic

Do novu Do novo!!
yeah 3 year old gustavo's favorite phrase after spinning him around, making faces.
equally favorite chant of the gay bloco, hundreds of eyes gazing upward at an apartment balcony where two men lip-smack again, again, again, again

fat black man from the favella is king of carnaval, men are dressed as women (I am swooning from both androgyny and heat), carnaval cannibal, beautiful asses framed by explosive feathers. sacks of beer cans dragged around by children: the top are on the bottom and the bottom on the top but watery beer blurs the line, yeah the interstice, the rev-verve-sals

back to the farm tonight thank the saints of candomble. a hierarchy of skills instead of things. toucans and not fairies have wings.