I am furry and warm inside

The world does not end with my esoteric plodding. Lots more to see, my dear guest, lots more to read! If you fall in the intricate mix of pure silly and highly realms that I bona fidae make for you, almost daily, you will be the total mighty music as these are harps and vilolines for the pure. ONLY. Others see mud and filth.
If you see purity, then, make a hole in the palm of your hand and let me wallow in your vision through my writing, let me rest in your hands, I love you. I am simply awaiting to come in. I as, strass stick to beautiful women, made a multi dimensional creative wiring of whatever stucked to words, over three years of chastity. There, in the palm of your hands I may sure become a giant, I might be a star! If the hunter for bizarre sites on the net blushes on this may we teach him meaning and sounds, to the Land. May the meaning of it all flow and flesh be the world, may we manicheanly open the door to manies.Let us be beauty. May we learn and receive all. May we welcome the ladies. May we roll 10 times our tongues in our mouths so all that is spoken gets to be...shiny in front of our Shes. The true aim is hidden, even to little me. I know that you see some light here, men, women. I know you pursue a creation also nested somehow in the walls of this city, these writings wiring my world for 3 years of folly. They were made of three yes indeed years of poor life, with no woman and no friend, no money in my hand. I am sure it has a higher purpose this multi level Phantasmagora; or else why leave me here blogging at loss if I cannot make this all be candles and candelabres to the magic of the words, to the music, wholly, I like Jesus. I am for He, why attach me to this task, if I am without You...Why keep me at the door of the barn if it is so glorious inside, with large rooms, with crystal and scented cushions around the ass and cow? Why tie me here, smelling funny at the door and frozen if inside is empty? There must be a reason to this folly, 2000 pages of nothing? Empty rooms?....and if all animality is kept here, may all humanity also enter to make it all a better world, and to the aces, and to the hands, to the word that killed Satan and lets us swim in high waves of my particularly good...POETRY.