The real world becomes oblivious. Time implodes and evaporates. Maniacal laughter replaces conversation. A race toward clarity is engaged. Absurdity rules. The possible becomes attainable. The boundries of limitation disappear. Fear is slain. Rules are forgotten. Pain and ecstasy become indistinguishable. Music ignites vision. Imagination sings lyrical. The simple act of breathing derives extreme pleasure. The mind dances, the senses overwhelm... and the body delights.
The process of creating makes me so damn horny.
Cool words. Nice.
me, too. Me, too!
But, then, everything makes me horny.
Imagination sings lyrical-love it. Wow on the picture too.
marc - Thanks.
aughra - yep, one of the hazards of this business - putting an ete out! LOL!
kfarmer - and dreams become musical extravaganzas!
Imagination is the eye of the soul. So said Joseph Joubert. Before you think I've gotten all literary, know that that comes from page 95 of my Bloomingdales Christmas catalog. I'm still translating it into french and putting it as my signature on my e-mails, though...
Why did you steal all the pretty words? Miss you.
I'd like to race toward clarity, too.
i think that element is very dependant on what you happen to be creating...
thanks Lecram --
now that stupid disco/pop/80's song will be running thru my head:
"me so horny, me love you long time"
but I luv the golden lite bulb above your head......
foxglove - missed you too!
g.e. enns - Yeah. it's one fun ride. When is your next gig?
femi - mommy - true, some creations are akin to the pains of childbirth.
apj - you're welcome.