the_art_of_transformation tender_square when we were on the phone, he said he was having trouble pissing. the precious, golden stream of salt, of water, of ammonia, and of chemical compounds that passed through his organs was blocked, or the power and composition of it startled him. i sensed he was embarrassed and i encouraged him to be honest, to let the truth flow forth from his second chakra. later, i was in a laboratory getting our test results. the kid examining the samples wanted me know how incredible my lover’s was. he said he’d never seen anything like it before, it was abundant with life, overwhelmingly so. and he paid me the compliment of saying that i really understood the rhythm method. there were two samples in test tubes, and the contents resembled thousand island dressing: the meeting of his milk and my blood creating solidified fragments of life, a thousand isles of consciousness encased in glass. 220204 what's it to you? who go blather from