The Heart- An Organ, And Primus Errogenous Zone

66968135-plant-wallpapers.jpgIs THIS sexual?

Stands up…

Flowers…

Its hermaphroditic?

I really do not know

Its a plant

Heart health… I’m getting to that

If you think of a male or female part that is:

=

I hear or read the frenular delta AND clitoris are:

=

So do you touch it?

“Touchy subject”!

Let’s say you are stimulated…

And have no climax…

That is in league with:

“Tantric”

And affects the heart

So…

Does one touch that on themself?

Not against the law…

Maybe difficult to, IDK, “go for a spin” for a really short time and then do nothing

It affects the heart

Bad/Good?

I dunno

Some help I am

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Do I?

Huh…

Check stats

Who hasn’t

Wow its super private!

Powerful

Why?

Why not!

Hahahahah

Ah

Hm

No suggestions. Thats how sacred one’s bod is

Not untouchable

We must matter!

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Delta, clit- if thought of in non-masturbatory terms may hold multiple nonsexual uses

Sex is two

Self is… boring?

I massage my own:

Feet

Quads

Temples

Neck

Chest

Forearms

Hands- OXYTOCIN immediate release!

What about stamen?

I’m not saying except if orgasm is a city, I be talkin about country roads

“Jenking”? Defined as… Look it up

Not “edging”

Riding a bumpy bus and liking it and shifting? Modern machinery does not want us… Lol… But awakens the question:

Is sex necessary

Answer:

No sex will not kill you

No touch is very unhealthy

Avoiding genitals may be a way to cope with PTSD for some who are “injured” there in the nervous system.

Why is life difficult

?

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If you want more “love” practice 2-3 seconds of eye contact with people

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Heart health, no answers and YOU..

My new book

Sales: zeeeeeeeeeeero

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Is breathing “sexy”?

Practice 4-4-4-4

Practice Hahn Mayahana

Or

Just get alone and feel it. Go to bed. Breathe. Distracted? Try a nap and breathe

As always, the errogenous has no good manual

It gets weird, doesn’t it?

Here’s one:

Touch your scalp and every hair follicle

Take your time

If “caught” say:

I am doing “ASMR”

No shame blame game

Scalp and glans are sister cities

Want to feel new stuff?

Don’t ask ME

Hahaha

I just shared a shit load I’d never tell my mother

So there

Make your peace with God

Acknowledge him in your ways

Ask for wisdom

Believe

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Golden Gate Lemming Drops

Mapo

Mapo

Mapo

South

Korea

Mapo

Bridge

Mapo

Has

Solutions

Railing photo memorial

San

Francisco

Bureaucracy

Blocks

An American

Sacred

Memorial

For survivors

For loss

For prevention

To decrease

Deceadant

Body

Scoop

What

About

Coast Guard

ptsd

??

I think

That what I think

Matters

Very

Little

So I web log

Weblog

Blog it

Today

For the 8th time

Not including city e-mails

To nice ol’ SF

That living photos

Permaposted

Would be

The greatest American not-blog

Logging life

Before

The deceadants appeared

Broke

Fell

Back

Up

Back

In

A Christmas home

A real heart wrencher

To a lost sheep

TO MAKE THAT MORBIDITY PEEL RIGHT OFF

Or do we enjoy

Autonomous autoviolent video

On YooHoo tuber?

I do not

Suicide is too “too”

For that Bay Area

I am guessing

A weird freedom

It would be cooler

To die

Of cancer

Cooler to challenge

One’s own spirit

To stick-with-ship

As it is

Everyone

Is getting

What they need and want

Insanity sugar coated?

Looney Tunes “Now I’ve seen everything”… Aaaaaaaaaaa… * BURST *

Bloat

Float

Ship cruise up

Scoop

Why not leave the fallen leaf

Like Autumn

Why scoop up biological mass?

120lb female

310lb male

167lb young male

110lb young female

Brady Bunch it

Why not have Mike Carol Alice Cindy Bobby Greg Marsha Peter Jan and Tiger all go over together?

Like the great accident in 1824 AD during the Great Depression

Casualties did not exceed what was expected

Yet now

They have

The bridge glory

Illusion of grandeur

History

Is natinally known

And seen

Help has arrived

From the East

I am Thich Quack Duck

The non aqueous non immolater Mayahana crimson lotus maybe-maker

I say YouTube: Mapo

Or we will never see a decrease

Or just “hope” elsewise

Never too late

No fear

No shame

Writing this kills me

Its so boring

And I am not sure jumping is ultimately bad

But for Coast Guard ptsd I write

Oddly In Ovens

   Do you feel THANKFUL when you clean your oven?
You ought to be. Just because its not hot, does not mean it won’t get you.

I used to think ovens were not alive. I still do.

  Clean your oven without fear.

You are welcome.

No, no… sir- sir- do not PAY IT FORWARD to me by giving your Ferrari keys. That is dumm.

PS The original title of this post was “oddly enough”.

If You Truly Are Worse Without Them…

    Then you are better…
       …on drugs

    Don’t be a dipshit
    Pay your rent
    Go to church or don’t

   Be legal. Why be illegal?
   Why run?

  Run for freedom

  Don’t run from it

  Paid by Harrison Campaign for United States President fund blown back in time to young me.

Oh, I am 40.
I would comb my hair like Obam-Bam but I am a whitey spud man. Reddish outside, white inside.

We are all bright white inside… at least all us children of the truth… is it hard to tell who is a LIAR?

Well, step outside of THE GAME, friend. I am afraid for 3 reasons that someone at any given time could kill me or one I love and I would love to just make you some crazy pancakes and tell you that I do not smoke weed.

    Hell, I would if I had the time and weed and it was legal. I have. That toke isnt halping me now iz it?

    For shizzle my brisket fears getting shot wrong. There is a clear view into my bedroom and if I get shot then that is cool. If I live.

     If I die I prefer not to hear people crying and glass in the eye would be annoying. The heat sensation from a new tunnel in me would sting. But the lack of nerves around organs if shot through the collar bone would ensure I would scream.

     But as I know pain- as a patient of 5 decades since ’74 or ’73, however you wade I would say if I am screaming, my ‘sabrosa’ (soul unit head piece) is ‘atop’ so as to peer to center earth as Christ on the Cross would instruct if you ever took private lessons in his DYING school.

     I despise my individuality.

     People who say shit and shizzat like me get punched, shot, raped, molested, in all seriousness- because we are beautiful and someone makes a sandwich out of us when we are weak.

     Who fears leading?

     Leading the way?

     Gandalf is real in your imagination. Put him aside.

     Ghandi was skinny.

     Mother Theresa had a nose.

     Jesus had a temper.

     Mohammed had a lot of wives. And was perhaps key to the Eternal economics of a perfect modular soceity we all reject.

   Now remove the polygamists from before the altar of the High god of gods and so forth, being quasi-specific about the verbage of Hebraic “Elohim” Dr. Phil- not YOUR Dr. Phil- my Dr. Phil who died but looks over my shoulder now, right this moment as we acknowledge that Jesus sits directly behind me. I am sure.
   He never left me.
           And by his power I am being myself which is to make a paragraph huddle like
       North and South America.
           And then say I don’t
             know what to tell you
               about boys who
                 almost die and go to
                    heaven.

Because I can tell you with certainty that it is what YOU believe that matters. Not funny blonde bowl cut kid. If he did see Jesus it would be for you and not him and maybe he is super nice or autistic. Children do not tend to commit massive horrendous blasphemy. If a child was sin you could say it like a baby is a poop machine, but see- even poo, though it IS decomposition of dead shit literally… it can be funny.
Praise God, congregates.

    I am annuling my personal divorce with the word ‘shit’ but I won’t sat it in church. Much.

    I have to live with shit.
I am friended by Joni Earekson Tada who now suffers. She is motherly age to me but if we meet, that’s nice. I would tell her she is sister and share the glory. Of our accomplishments. The invisible ones. Well… one. Drawing in Jesus.

            How this works the Whole World around- don’t you worry. Be with him. Live with him. Believe in him. Like Joe Nameth. Only catchier.
Jesus.

Jesus

Jesus

     Protect me from the FEAR.

Amen.

If you want to send a love gift- pay it back, forward, left and right… and you will have quadruple-crossed yourself.
No. No.
   My math… is wrong.
Don’t even double cross yourself. But DO cross yourself, Jesus. Cross me over your heart in a heart of worship, safety and thankfulness. Protect my way from pride as I HAVE been mouthy and used the mouth I have to talk to police about public safety.

     At least that is what my prayer usually consists of. The public domain is a modular representation of God’s wisdom, kingdom, power, authorship… this WORLD is his BLOG.

NICE blog, Sir.

“Señor” is the word for lord in Spanish. Olé? Times up on that time honored tradition. For me anyway. Cannot tell if its pee sea. Oops.

That’s me. Crude. Elemental. A percent. But my eternal self is perhaps beyond percent? I’ll settle for 400%. It’s the new 98.6 & so I do not overheat, I am going to finish by saying
thank you for reading my blog.

  My health and circumstances suck and I am paranoid I will die. Well, in 0 or 100 years I think a casket will merge with the product of my eatery-ness. (U R what you eat). Also- there are a lot of American heroes that are NOT American. Like Shakeel Afridi. God bless him! He is persecuted!!

Gnite

I Just Wrote The Most Amazing Piece

    And God let me overlap it as an e-mail to my local Police

It is raw grit heart without fart

I am not sure if it went to the city or what

I was suicidal this month, but honey (not my wife, all of you… well, her too), –

I am a writer

I am a writer

THIS IS publish

THIS IS publish

Take me to a book pub

I wanna guzzle a pint of Frost

I love you monkey-bootsers and chunky rankers

What the hell

Euphoria? More guiltless than a Gorbasm

I could live or die
Am I in trouble

Epilogue

In all seriousness, my consistant bp is high
Never say die… they say
I could be famous away
(Fame after death only)
But YOU were my fame all of you my eyes touched

I want to see Jesus

Those are the last words I would want Syntaxsinner to text-utter if he fell

My heart, rhyming still, beats like a chestnut bell.

I want a holly jolly xmas
O heaven

I will get at least ONE as I count to eleven

1, 2, 3…

I Am Feeling Vincable

   Please do not tell Vince. And its not what you think. The matter is entirely much worse. Vince works for the man downstairs. He IS downstairs. I AM downstairs.

Please call Die Hard Bald Yipee Ai A Muther’s butter…

We gonna need a:

Blow torch
Hammer
Vascectomy kit
A D-ring
A juggler’s rope
An exorcist
A priest with virgin ears
A glue gun
A tommy gun
Tommy
No!!
You leave Tommy with
     Mommy
Sickity YAI!!!