There is this episode on Seinfeld, where a bad breaker upper tells Elaine that her head is too big. A bord in Central Park then flies into her head. I bought a David Gilmor album, whom really was Pink Anderson and Floyd Council, the band, for Sid Barrett was nothing. The album art had a cover of birds flying down to him playng guitar sitting on a rock at a beach or on an isle. That as when I realised that for a time there birds liked to fly directly over my head. I am not saying that I have a big head or something, In fact to be honored to get out of hell, one has to have a small head, which I am sure you all believe that I think I am hot shit, but I am really a modest guy, why, whne walking an old woman across the street I rifled her purse.

Anyways, so last night at 3 something the birds started singing and woke me up. After 3 days of no sex there was a blue movie on cable called THE GIRLS FROM BIKINI, so I had to look, even though I knew I wasn't supposed to because one of my CALVES was like hurting the day before badly from looking at porn, but they all had on new outfits and alot of pink, so I couldn't look away. So I went to sleep after about an hur of being teased, and then I woke up to the birds singing mysteriously at 3:30 something.

Then something told me something was going to happen. I felt a bubbling up of energy into my ass, from out of my legs because legs are sexuality, all sexual energy is stored in the legs, and if you get too sexual it takes over the body.

Anyways, they knew I would be unable to deter my eyes from the BIKINI team of the CIA, and what it felt like was this.

It felt like a good sized brocoli head was going up my ass, into my colon, and it took over my whole body. After the whole thing subsided, and my body had chills and goose pimples, then I turned on the radio to see what I was supposed to do. The radio quickly told me to get the fuck out of there, and before I did, I laid on my stomach and pointed my heels at the sky, and I felt a good energy doing that. I had gone to sleep facing the other way in my bed which is what you are supposed to do from time to time, but i save up moments of new aspects in relation to the celestial bodies and my bed, and I knew tonight something was going to happen so I tuned into different gravitational fields, and felt the magnetism f the iron in my hemoglobin be polarized from the opposite side of the mafgnetic poles, and then I went to the television for directions. Frazier was on, he was talking to Lillith, and Frazier said, something about making a mess, or if I do that I will make a mess, and then his ex wife, says, yes, it is ok, if you make a mess we will just clean it up.

You can go an hour, but it is better to get it done in 45 minutes, as the sexual energy builds too great and spoils the next day, so at about 45 minutes, I did as requested, and then I laid down.

Then I woke up with wood really bad, and I was pissed, there goes my dream of being a girl. The damn thing would not go away as usual after about 2 hours I decided to put my feet up and point my fingers up at the sky above my feet to drain the sexual energy out of my feet and also have the healing powers of my index fingers above every other part of my body. Then I flipped around sat on my belly and rotated my ankles in a cirles both ways with the feet supinated and flexed, and there was some good energy there. I ain't hitting my taint again and losing my manhood again, however the fantasy of become a woman was not realized, I realised. nd that was depressing. I think I am supposed to hold my breath until Father's day now. Also I forgot to do pyramidical Caliper moves on my passion extension, so the 45 mnute experience wasn't healing that all, so, this after noon Orson Wells told me to go play the skin flute and so I did, applying reverse strokes and changes angels and everything and counting to 24.

The clouds vanished and NYC is hot again.