Friday, August 11, 2006


deeeeeep tissue massage. tendons in a state of bliss. stumbled home strung out on lavender oil, dribbling slightly. They should hand out massages instead of methadone, to everyone free once a month.

you haul your crooked and bruised body up to lie on the couch, gingerly, and the woman does STUFF to your spine that makes it come over all epiphany, and then she plays a little light percussion on your hamstrings and feels like god is rubbing your belly, I think that's the phrase.

yes, massage is the solution to all the world's problems, I do believe. They should teach it in schools.

Oh boy. Going to lie down and watch the clouds drift by...(doped up smile)

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