goklm - The Mean Sauce Of Being Alive

A man is crawling toward a window wall while 3 stories up.  He anoints himself with heavenly blossoms as he whispers sweet nothings into the wind.  He face the outside, in a certain direction, North East.  He kneels as if to whisper a sweet nothing prayer into the wind of his own armpit willow wheel.  He caresses with his nostril the empty void that is the air one bubble of nostril at a time.  He bows holy prostrate and removes a book from his cloak.  He produces a book of scriptures and kneeling and erect he closes his eyes as to pull himself to a inner horizon and make holy love to word-mules and chants a sweet private nimble humble mumble in the name of Eggs-caviar.  Like the book, he produces his member and begins arousing himself..in the name of Omni-tantric-Hinjab-Yoni-owning-dali-Leemra ski skank.