nice little tangent at mission control last night, very yummy chocolates from an ancient mayan source, a glass of classy red, a Babylonian friend to snuggle with, yep it was a cozy evening, despite the spirit of hugh heffner being evoked, suddenly the idea of many bunnies became desirable but i was quite happy to settle for one, although the thoughts of girls with tails seemed rather difficult to shake.
so this am i am down the rd, scanning the old newspapers and miss information, generally not really very present at all, me mind is wandering, looking for loop holes and kinks in the system, often i find them using my multi layered quasi dimentional disassociation, detachment techniques, most people use drugs but me, i am just naturally wired that way. so yeah i 'm slipping into unobserved space, gazing at strange little shapes forming before me, one such entity plants these ideas in my head.

information superhighways
velocity limits
time could be a one way street
if you took notice of the conformity agents
but time is just an excuse to slow down
and stop everything happening at once
and if everything happened at once
it would look like this....

and revelation
fractal image but organic, pulsing with life and intelligence, every changing, shape shifting, both large and small, up and down, inside and out, everywhere and no where, the universe has a face and its sexy, it wants to play, it's erotic baby, it's not words or pictures, symbol or sign, it's just one sexy babe and she wants to make love. My Universe is female.

Been listening to some rolling stones at mission control and i think i preffer them when they make that kind of sexy, funky vibe, not the r and b that they are most famous for but songs like these:

fingerprint file
emotional rescue
if i was a dancer
everythings turned to gold
waiting on a friend
miss you
to much blood
slave

man i love that vibe, they do it so well, subtle and classy, listen to that sax in miss you, that's just a fucking sexy sax.