Actually when I sucked my toes, my face kinda buckled and throbbed in a good way.

That was just the kissing of the toes, then when I actually placed my big toe in my mouth, then it was more tectonic ricter scaley.

I did my big right toe first. I wasn't gonna do my left, but then when I was leaving 42nd street after seeing the silver surfer, I almost sprained my ankle coming down soe steps like I was in High School. I sat on one of the benches that you aren't allow to lay down on the ribbed ones for bums, and I pplaced my mouth over the bruise that appeared on the reflexology point of my right ankle which turned out to be the inside of the left wrist, and I lined up my feet and hands all through that line of healing, and then a girl walked by.

I said, it is great to be a healer, I had a totally fucked up ankle 10 seconds ago, and now it is healed, then I felt the adjustments in the back of my brainstem.

That is why the birds answer to us when we drop from the sky, the reptillian brainstem is our toy we have mastered. Birds are reptiles. They come from the Pteradactyls and the like, the dinosaurs were feathered.

You know I tend to believe other humans can read my mind as I walk by, which is a shame because I have some dirty thoughts. I was coming down to the platform from spraining my ankle and some humans said, oh, gee, he hurt his ankle really bad, now he has to start over. I was like how the fuck did they know this, that happened 5 levels up, and I just showed up on the scene without even a limp because I know how to hustle the inexistence of injuries as a sports hero, soooooo, either I have some aura and they can see where I am hurting, which is possible or they can read my mind.

I am glad they stopped saying there he is, is that him, now they just whisper, because some people cannot detect me, namely drunks and well, actually the blind man of the village was involved in a fight and he said I knew it was you Coach. I thrrew him a LIncoln to get some food. So blind people can detect me. It has to be the 6th sense. I don't know what it is. Just keep 11 year old girls away from me, I want to make it back from hell above back to heaven on earth, wihout some 11 year old space vampire keeping as an interesting orbital that has to roam like the wolverine or the tasmanian devil with face fungus. I like my mojo the way it is now.

Anyways, so last night I was involved in a coke deal, and I walked the streets in Brazilian shoes, and thin dress pants for the summer dance off I am going to do, but I never made it to the clubs, and so after the drug deal, I was invited to a after party at the dudes house.

I went to the corner of town where the Russian blonde beavered strip club is at, and couldn't find the apartment. It was closing time at the strip club, there was three vans of hot blonde bomshells with heightened senses of libidonic masterpiece of asses. There was a white van followed by a black van and then a silver van. I walked over and then got behind them, and I said to myselfm well, alright, there might be some new girls and I am supposed to heal them with my JA ws (JA means God), and so I opened my mouth for the last time, and I got the hit of my lifetime. The sexual energy of these girls was amazing, it hit my brain really fast and all at once it sent a shock wave instantly throught my entire brain encapsulated within my cranium.

I was thankful for their efforts to make me even more powerful.

Anyone with a terminal illness in NYC can come to LOng Island City, Hunter's POint to be exact and I will heal your genetics for free, I won't tell anyone. For a limited time offer though, as when I come down to earth all I will be is a father dude who can make love forever and knock down a whole bar filled with bouncers. I carry my own cue stick, pool sharks travel in pairs, but I drink alone.