i was hiding in a six by eight foot hole in a mud hut doing the hokey pokey with three quarters of a million in hundred dollar bills stuffed in my sequined thong panties when i realized i was actually sitting in a buggy room drunk on strawberry wine salivating over sushi as i remembered it listening to the tickle of chilled rain outside the barred window overlooking the bushy alley & also live birds of pray like a tongue in my ear hard a gentle seduction perfect a secret between me & before strawberry there was some news (drowned out now of course) & before that there was peach. of course. millions of peaches, peaches for free. blend this reckless into this life (mine) lived incongruous garnished with grilled onions like a philly cheesesteak (great with hairy dog hangovers) i hesitate clicking post worried you might miss the pictures (note: before this there are pictures please look thank you) there. when you hit my age you have birthweekends not days baby you party like i ain’t dead yet motherhugger. not by a longshot or a flask fulla tequila not empty yet no. may god bless the separation of church & state (hallelujah) glory be to rock the fuck on &/or me on high & that’s what it’s all about. even if you drink from the chalice of cheap escape & fade away. especially if.