Congruent and oh so sexual....

(Saturday, April 16, 2005 11:52 AM)

Lines being blurred between the senses;

Food, Music, and Coitus, are on many levels all the same to me. Actually, I relate most things to sex. For instance--> If I find that the music I am listening to or writing or playing is devoid of any sexual energy, I'm bored and distracted. Whatever I do onstage outside of manipulating my instrument,...sex with clothes on. Like Muddy Waters said, "Want you to rock me baby, rock me all night long...Well I want you to rock me baby, like my back ain't got no bones. Want you to roll me, like I roll a wagon wheel...You know I want you to roll me over, you know how good that makes me feel". Rock and Roll = Sex. Extremely pleasurable things passing across my tongue,...*insert imagination here*....food and things, that can be damned sexy man. Beer & Wine; I'm into the taste as much as the effect. Shapes are sexy. Orchids and stuff, they look real vaginal and whatnot. Cars, particularly those manufactured by General Motors from 1967-1972, I'm convinced those engineers sat around a musky room plastered with risque centerfolds whilst they drafted the lines of quarterpanels. Baboons' asses(sike). Scents too,...but those are tied quite steadfast to memory, so even a scent you would normally regard as mediocre becomes intoxicating when it's tied to the object of your affection. Pheromones, you know,...that natural eminence right around the neck.

It's all one big 'ole sexy buffet.

DANG.