February 29, 2004

Ndugu Carl

I love to let my python slither around in the sleeve of my hooded sweatshirt. He is so gentle and strong. He likes the heat of my body and I like the smooth contractions of his muscular body around my shoulders. He is beautiful and sentient and he likes to slither around on the desktop as I type.

Posted by bogsters at 12:59 AM

February 28, 2004

Quote of the Week

10. The Earth quakes and the Heavens rattle, the beasts of nature flock together and the nations of men flock apart; volcanoes usher up heat while elsewhere water becomes ice and melts; and then on other days it just rains.
11. Indeed do many thinks come to pass.
- HBT The Book of Predictions Chapter 18.

Posted by bogsters at 12:07 AM

February 26, 2004

Hello

Hello all. This is my first real entry into this web log which will grow and grow along with me. I just got off of work and I am drinking a beer (Blue Heron) and sitting in front of this computer.

Crazy Sexy Swamp Magic = Air, Earth, Water, Fire. This blog is dedicated to the four elements and all they represent in all physical and phantasmagorical symbology. The crazy is for my day to day tribulations, the sexy is what you think it is, the swamp is for my explorations of Mother Nature in all her glory, and the magik is for the esoteric.

Also included in here will be chapters from my novel Full in the Heart, old issues of the Jesi-Monthly which I think I recall Daniel saying he had copies of (what a pal), and I also will include a catagory of recipies because I cook awesome food. Mmmm. And pictures too of course.

So here we go.

Posted by bogsters at 11:21 PM

February 25, 2004

the second test

Blood sugar sucker fish
In my dish
How many pieces
Do you wish
Step into a heaven
Where I keep it on the soul side
Girl please me
Be my soul bride
Every women
Has a piece of aphrodite
Copulate to create
A state of sexual light
Kissing her virginity
My affinity
I mingle with the gods
I mingle with divinity

Blood sugar baby
She's magik
Sex magik sex magik

Glorious euphoria
Is my must
Erotic shock
Is a function of lust
Temporarily blind
Dimensions to discover
In time
Each into the other
Uncontrollable notes
From her snow white throat
Fill a space
In which two bodies float
Operatic by voice
A fanatic by choice
Aromatic is the flower
She must be moist

Blood sugar baby
She's magik
Sex magik sex magik

Posted by danieltalsky at 10:27 AM