comedown weekend, chilled out with my friend 'next' who comes a visiting from newcastle, we sink into incubation zones and deep relaxation, staying up at strange hours, watching the moon hang in its black blanket, watching waves cross the horizon, lounging around on sofas, watching dvds, eating bananas and sipping aloe vera drinks, i start to wind down, start to feel my cells regeneration, my heart beats with a little more certainty. it's amazing what sex and herbs offer the body, in its infinite glory the universe has given us it's beautiful plant spirit marijuana for healing and insight, and sex for a little bliss interval and sharing and caring warm fuzzy stuff.
i am in healing mode, the wounded healer, chiron shell shocked from his friends death, from work crisis, from the fall of man, from the media streams, from the internet chitter chatter, from paranoia and madness, from sanity and divinity, from  the zombie horde, from the enlightenment, from the fall out, from the burden from the ego, from my selfishness, from my generosity, from hubris, from event management people, from banks and insurance, superannuation funds and newspaper polls, from dumb tv, opium sports and the general wear of age. it's healing time and my rewards are sex and some peace. both of which i advocate as good things, necessary, a man needs sex, sex is good, it heals and is nurturing and feels oh so very good, i don't know why people got so hung up on sex, it's the natural drive, the base charkra instinct that reminds us we connect with one another, it's good for the body and brain and can be very unselfish if done correctly. tantra flows through my body, energy increases, no depletion as aura fields glow bright, slow dazzle.
so in my strange way, i feel lighter than before, unburdened by responsibility for a change, it's good to feel free and uncomplicated, in the moment and without future weighing down like a bag of bricks and some greek sword hanging over my head waiting for its moment.
the day is hot the nights cold, my body enjoys the sensation of sunlight, solar powered but quickly depleted as the sun sets... lookout i'm a heat seeking vampire, i'm a thermal sucking fiend, i'm thermodynamically legal, a biological anomaly, squeezing the heat from 'next' like some stephen king beast, wandering the alaskan plains, a drifter in a check shirt, a strange beard and dark eyes, a man on the run from the ice demons, hot upon his heels, slipping into lives for a moment, a bowl of soup with strangers, extracting warmth from the kindness of friendly women, yeah will do anything for heat. it get's like that until i begin to radiate, then i just generate my own heat, like a sun, but in these cold nights i really do begin to burn out and take my recharge where i can find it. next and i watch some movies smoke a little haze, find a cocoon to inhabit. 
next wears a punk tee shirt and shorts, she looks like a punk rocker anarchist but she's living the good life, juicing it up, a midshipman by trade, she's a nautical creature a captains mate, i guess, although i know nothing great about seamanship, next knows her knots from her maybe's and her starboard from her bow, whereas me i'm just old captain mission, sailor on the seas of fate.