i've seen too many movies

in my dream this morning, i was looking at the artwork of a talented Native American.


his work was powerful, over-sized, melancholy. it spoke of great talent, and great pain.


i started discoursing to him on the nature of True Art, and whether all True Art necessarily arises from Deep Anguish, blah blah blah, and....






was silenced by the pressure of his lips on mine






which opened an inner channel, firing and uniting all my chakras simultaneously






...awoke in tears.