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May 18, 2010
my muffintops,
sorry if you missed me at the HM play party last saturday. sick and busy was i … stressed and sapped. now i have the hangover of excitement and excessive phlegm and overstimulation, in the best possible way. and i feel my life juices replenish as i type this very blog post! sigh.
exciting things are brewing at the mountain. NEW VIDEO CONTENT. WEBSITE ADDITIONS. KINKY ARTS. shooting, kinky drawing, play- play- playing, all of this and more will be happening in our west loop wonderland bigtime in the coming weeks. i for one am AMPED THE FUCK UP.
i would like to write a series of essays at some point in the manner of nietzsche’s crazy-as-shit late work, ecce homo. don’t get me wrong: i am not an adolescent boy. i am not a nazi. i am not a retarded pseudo-intellectual. but hot damn f.n. is my man, always and forever. in case you are not familiar, ecce homo has chapter titles like the following: “why i Am so wise”, “why i am so clever”, “why i write such good books” and “why i am a destiny.”
my seedlings are SO big! almost time to plant outside, if only chicago would give me some sign it will not freeze our asses anymore. i thinned the baby sprouts a few days ago, and anonda and i had a ritual where we gave thanks and ate them with truffle oil: baby beets, baby carrots, baby lettuce … mmmm nothin like eating babies to put me in a good mood.
and i am in a good fuckin mood, despite the wan and impotent sun. the only thing that would put me over the edge, into ecstatic happyland, is if i heard more of your submissive voices in my telephone this afternoon. that means you. and you. naw not you, sorry. but YOU, definitely.
(312) 637-9391, ext.7
much love,
MD