I’ve figured out the novel or graphic novel that I want to pursue. Its exciting. I can see the overall intertwining stories but so much will turn up in the actual creating of it. Its like a wonderful surprise, a infinite mystery revealing itself in the most intimate of ways. A cosmic striptease, if you will.
Of course it may also frustrate me and beat the hell out of me, but whattya gonna do. Thats life. but, just like the big reveal in a strip tease there is so much more to it than meets the eye. Sure the dicks in the seats and maybe even the dancers think its all just some sort of fucking transaction, but truly, the splendid vagina in not only fabulous for fucking… it also signifies birth and death in its totality. We all emerge from one and in the end when we die, they tear a gash in the ground and throw you back into the mother earth and cover ya up so she can suck whatever little bit of energy is left in you. The womb is a tomb is a womb and quite fabulous for fucking.
The whole terrible wonderful enchilada is served up with a side of boredom sprinkled with delight and thankfully the margaritas are still two for one.
So begins the fun.
