elichrusos

Last week I achieved Nirvana; in the end it was as simple as a repetitive rhythm under a blasting sun. In the sweat and the heat I came to a perfect understanding, liberated from the demands of possessions, freed of stability, gifted with a voice that spoke clearly and readily and a heart that loved all freely. I was Dyke Jesus fucking the Magalena on Siddhartha's couch.

Then I saw my mother and I came crashing back down to earth. Lost everything except the tantric orgasm[1].

This is the way the world turns.