One of my earliest memories is attempting (unsuccessfully I might add) to fellate myself :)
Time wounds all heels, too many broths spoil the cook, the baskets are all in one egg. In the shadow of the rose words like fingers climb an impossible mountain. And the thinner the air becomes, the more I feel at home...
What Gives Me Hope
autumn leaves, pert breasts and affected laughter ;)
If I were Mayor, I'd make the world a better place by
Breathe deeply and consciously...
What/who changed my life and why
"The Perennial Philosphy" by Aldous Huxley - I started to believe that there may be such a thing as 'spirit'.