THAT BRUSH

That brush with death

has made me rethink things.

Important things.

Big thoughts

like the importance

of life, love, liberty...

There are certain things

that are precious

and you've to appreciate them

each and every day.

Like - have you ever fucked a ruskie?

I mean, really FUCKED a ruskie

from behind

to the side

in the mouth

or the ear?

Have you ever heard that profanity

coming out of her mouth

- the growls of pleasure and pain -

the temperamental POWER

of it all?

It's amazing.

Beautiful.

The kind of memory you treasure

long after she's been anonymously reported to INS.

A fresh flower, too.

And baked bread.

Lots of stuff that just makes you grateful

to be alive.

And don't get me started on Thailand...

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