Edgan Howlver

Its the innocence that brings two souls together. After an expansive orgy with flight and fight this is the only truth that remains. For what does a being in fear act upon other than ignorance. It is a battle for the control of ignorance. Absolute Truth. So lets sit down and remember the story of Edgan Howlver.
Sitting by himself, the cold of the can stimulates the fingertips as the gaspid aroma tickles scent, the game of jacks carries way on the pallet, and the stomach tightens in celebration.. An interest paying heavy due to the removed observation that Edgan is sitting in the middle of new-wave-robotic-hippie-drug-induced-merriment. You would think Edgan would pay attention to: the plumptiously busted women exaggerating the air with ambitious movement. The vibrations slamming against the body in atomically correct 4/4 rhythm, and, the epileptic warned catastrophe protruding from electron fueled L.E.D mastery.
But this is not what catches Edgan's attention, as previously noted, he is drinking a beer. Perhaps to get drunk, perhaps to act as a signal of recognition to the doppelganger sitting two stools down. Of course Edgan will not embrace conversation for how can he know if the man sitting two stools down is equaled in alcoholic ambition. Unison prevails as both beings continue to drink. A fact that the bartender exploits as her breasts elude to the next vice driven purchase; the barback narcissistic-ally flexing in agreement.


"I'm trying to be frank here. I have just snorted lots of molly, which I think is smack." Edgan Howls. Smack smack smack. Crack. Smack. Naked. Jazz.. Showering running. Socks are still on. Embrace the nothingness. Could we want more than this. Direct conscious flow. No thought involved. Not even the meager thought that dissolution resolves ATP production. Genetics. Alcoholism. Depression. When will this bitch take off her pants.

But when we play with our heads so sadistic. But when we dream we are responsible. Should we really sit here so flaccid. MOISTURE. THE PORN ISNT LOUD ENOUGH. THE LIGHTING IS RESPECTABLE..

Its interesting the amount of time it takes to jack off is about the amount of time it takes to for the female actor to remover her bra. So is the ingenuity in filming a porno the process of the characters arriving in the hotel room?

I think so.

Of course if you watch porn on the internet there is no lead-way to the hotel room.

Its okay to turn the shower off when your not inside of it.

Conceptualize yourself sitting on a prism. Abstracted only by the ropes which hold you down. Is it any wonder why you would want to runway. So runway and learn that the ropes are friendly. Then you can stop running. Then you can embrace the warmth. Just Kidding. Enter Phase 2.

THE ORGASM

She crawls deep inside herself, the light emanating the wrong direction. But its okay because constant failure is a necessity for success. Not to paraphrase the American dream... The American dream: When you find what works you better hope its not killing you; when it kills you, you better hope you die. If not, one will obtain the joyous experience labeled “purgatory.”

At least Vancouver isn't shipping their snow from Mexico.....................................

There's many times. There's many times. Many times it takes a moment. Just a simple moment. Then it all becomes so clear. You live for the clarity. You recognize you have got to Walk so straight. But this aint Orlando, this aint Chicago, this aint L.A., This is Boston, no grid system whatsover. This is New York no alley-ways. straight shot.

Homeostasis (fill in the blank)

Deception progress each and every one living in their own self. The same emotional interflow, the same harrowing disaster you can take your pants off to. Who spilled the roofies in the kacey gangbang? Bang bang bang, you squirt your out. Bang bang bang you finish with your legs shaking your in. Who will win gold?

Shallow thoughts dancing with shallow minds shall clear the wind from here to within. The deep end is overrated. Piranhas chomping at the bit, the cattle bleed in the water. What is the act of transportation with out the gift of tongues.