.: as the most cherished lips on the planet say, “Whatever…”, rolling it out of the soft cavern and off the tongue like a wet marble, but tonight its meaning orbits nearer to “whichever”: which ever direction, paths upon paths, bifurcation through the mountains and snowy woods.

it has been a great day, taking me by complete surprise.

so i focus in on the abdomen, another “We represent the concerned!” all the way from Psychic Radio, page 1; but this is a cast-off, a failed experiment, replaced by its better… but never mind that, now; just let your eyes slide earthward. The stomache, the grund, soft intestinal pockets and tan-t’ien, Odysseus lashed to pole, small buttons hiding the pubic hair that traces up to the navel, no copper discs can really conceal. Look to the future, you’ll know exactly what I mean… exactly.