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
1034, Monday
-- Labor Day!, 5 9.
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