Near the end of the semester
not quite,
I owe a shit load
of work
and rolling up my proverbial sleeves and cuffs
the shit stormy dark nite's about to hit

no complaints no regrets just grind
there really is no other response and regrets, fuck,
they're a waste of toilet paper anyways

okay, so the catch up is this:

Whoa holy crapper, Waddled through the semester, teaching and learning at once, is it possible?
It isn't a Q about whether "Did I do it right?" It is that "But I did it anyway". So there is still an essay to shrink, a essay to grow, a website to conjure and oh yeah 92 bundles to grade. Wheeeee! Granted it's raining and cold, can't gym ( no time) and can't grind ( too wet), what'sa boy to do?

I met some people, and they're swell. But they are more curious about what I fuck than I would be about myself. Fuck all on the gender thing, so I may appear undecided and maybe I have decided, or maybe I have decided to be undecided because it's more fun and controversial. Ahhhh... fucking is about getting an endorphinic high, nothing about sexual preference, as long as you orgasm, that's it.

Love? leave that to the puppies.

When you Zen, you zen. You just let things slip like piss off a duck's back. Why am I pissing on the duck you ask? well, cuz it's there?! I don't keep tabs on that. I call that random deconstruction, I prefer to reconstruct the random. Back to the matter at hand ( no not the pen-is; the is-sue), so it's been nuts and the website is nuttier than ever... who uses the DNA as a model?

Oh my GAwd!! Honey's back!!!
It's Rocco Rot again (I was just rereading that entry and i was musing over it, and now she is back....) I love her! Honey's hugs are the best kind next to Mom's, they give, they got give and you feel life and love coming in from all sides of the Hug. Wow. I am giddy again. She can make you cry in the good way, and you thank her for it.

Food pales in taste, other things seems like a waste
of time when she is in your mind
and her Hug is as wide as the uni-
verse

Rocco Rot is called "Miss you"
HEy Hunnster, I miss you too. You have no idea how much, there was the dance and the pining, the standiong on the sidelines while the Universe waltzes with you, and here I am stitting, suffocating, in the blue
now you are back, and it's a phunk beat, honey flap those sweet sweet wings
She is so beautiful you can die happy
She is life
and that is all there is
can you hear her symphony
the arrangements
the hum and the thrum of sang and sangre
she's not angry, that's the most important, that she gets it, that it's just the life of me, but she gets it, she's so understanding. love the girl.