he was considering a litany of Homos that frankly he had not read of before or recognised they might even exist 

Homos for every occasion

intimately he knew Homo erectus Homo sapiens(even Homo sapienssapiensss – the Stutterer) Homo neanderthalensis

he cut his teeth on them

but obviously he left it to a bigger-brain than his to inform him of Homo sapiens (his need to know) Homo faber (his need to make) Homo credens (his need to believe) Homo ludens (his need to play) and Homo Max Frisch ((Technology is) the knack of so arranging the world that we don’t have to experience it)

it was a spectacular array of Homos and picking through them he wondered gamely if one had to commit to a particular sect or if they were of accord and fluid and he could flow between them at will (curiously at this exact moment he was listening to The Great Society from 1966: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fd7s5d_nhQ )  

certainly  Homos  theyd be keen for any crisscrossing and flowing

prudes not allowed

and then churned into this mix this muddling of his brainpudding were the exquisite candle-and-blacklighted pics shot by his Black Magic Woman inside their Kearney Motel room in Long Beach California(he strongly recommended it)

she had a fantastic knack for depth of field lighting and delicious self-determined poses 

it hadnt been a long morning but it had turned into a very sensual one

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