Well I dunno bout motley... but I guess I'll introduce mahself, and git this ball a rollin'.
I was just a little dancin pisces, and one sweaty night on the playa I was mindin my own beezwax in tha Entheon for a hiphoppa nite, when I suddenly felt like someone I needed to meet was checkin my shit. Wasnt hard to figure out who that wuz! Within an instant I was dancing with one of the flyest most beautiful men in the village...moving to rhythms and rhymes with smiles and perfect timing. A few giggles, and some sweet sweaty caresses...and *BAM*- he was gone. Well, that was nice. Just one'a those playa things I guess.
Oh SHIT! There he is on tribe! Mista BlackLight himself! Didnt thunk it could be... but it was and so I did. Email can bring such nice things about! ChitChattin, gettin ta know whats what. ....Wait a sec, Ohhhhhh golly, guess who's commin to the wess cose? Shasta you say? I am there. Well I was there, and so was he... and boy was I glad I came (ha- thats a pun right thar!). Bountiful Beautious lyrics over soft semi chilled beats in the wee hours of the morning. Purrrrrrfect.
um, Check please!

-im a vegetarian too, boo beef...boo. -maybe it was the roastbeefs doppleganger, some terriyaki tofu er sumfin.... ha!


xo shugah cakes

awwlll right, so's its been awhile, maybe it wasn't roastbeef, but I remember mayo and white bread and it WAS all ya had 'cause 1015 Folsom taint near much
but that truly isn't the important moment
'cause it was the hug that
smooshed my cheek that lasted a lifetime!!

after all these years he still makes me moist.

when first he summoned me to his lair i new i would be powerless to resist him. he pulled me to him and i felt the urgency of his desire. though he probed me to my very depths, it is modesty that keeps me from sharing all that transpired between us. let me only say that i have walked with a limp ever since. it is his mark that has left me gimpy, proud, prolapsed and gimpy.

now back up all ye feral bytchiz this dreaded beast is mines. i found him first.

miaou.

(btw brother meng, are you sure rooll cawlll!!! was such a good idea??)

ahhhh but the juicy pulp is the sweetest part.

yeah, I think it's at least 50% your fault.

ahemmm (now that my situations fully cleared and i can talk in my deepest raspy freek voice)

way back i mean way back when frEEks where mere freAks, and galaxy girls ran rampant, when bodytemple was the way, said freek had seen but one burn and haj was just some guy with eyebrow warmers i met blackguy i mean blacklight slitherin all blacklightily all up in one september body temple .me the whitegirl i mean whitelight mirror of our seedsewing brother found him all like ____________, and i was all like___________.
clearly and instantaniously partners in crime , we set out that evening to concur the dancefloor and the infamous licking lounge(insert breathy shuddery kreeped out noise)....
i didnt do nearly as well as he in either of these tasks , but i did see a rather interesting display which will not be written about in this entry but is surely remebered by any and all who where in attendance. needless to say i went home that morning after knowing i had met a remarkable new freak indeed. little did i really know
that was just the begining of a twisty twirvy fun sad bouncy laughin cryin ass adventure of endless rediscovery and shinanigans which we call our friendship/kinship/freekship.
werd. 2 years and a lifetyme.

oh yeah and for the record , there is no record . but if there was i pretty sure i beat haji by at least 3 gold stars, no 4 .

Well, it didn't take much for me to notice the magnetic pull of this kindred freek brother. More like a simple acknowledgement of a connection that had always existed. From our ever so brief interaction at Emerg-N-See, to that soul shakin Wed. night Entheon set with Haji and Spiro, there was no overlookin the fact that it was ON, plain and simple.

As for something to share with ya'll, here's one that stands out. I had just woke from a mid-afternoon nap on the playa, and decided to indulge in some caffeination for the first time that week. Micah strides up to me lookin all business. With his serious countenance unwaivering, he says " where are the lightsabers". After a somewhat bewildered response from me, he repeats "the lightsabers". "This IS center camp, no?...and its 6:30...time for the Jedi/Sith duel". Well, it didn't take a second invitation, I was in. What ensued was a playa style melee between thousands of multicolored lightsabers at dusk , in the shadow of the man. Epic....

Lookin forward to sharin a dancefloor with you soon my brother. Til then...

*~S~*

Ummmmm... First, he was climbing outta a tent on the edge of my camp, brc '04, buck nekkid & hella luminous in the whiteness of the three-hour-sleep light. He gave me a very oversized string of pearls which are one of my favorite play dress up accessories & always make me feel smaller & more wonder-eyed with their silly bigness on my neck. He came all the way to Mt St Helens for a gathering I threw & made it even finer. I personally have never made it with him in a phone booth at a club, but I've heard the dirties from an upclose source. I just think he's keen, & purty, & lyrical, & fierce. Yesssss.

observing from . . . whatever perch from which I can focus best.
occasionally jumping in to dance.
I like playing with artists.