Roll my hips, feel him deep and solid inside me, solid and real as space on acid, the shape of desire.
Mary Sativa, Acid Temple Ball
- “Dorothy dancing on the beach, arms raised and bleeding; there should be Krishna-angels in white robes to kneel at her feet and catch the blood in their open mouths, mouths strained open like chalices; the beat of the flutes and drums.”
- “Hey, how are you doing?” San Francisco-gracious, the noblesse oblige of those totally wiped out on drugs
- Beast of deep desire
- “If only a man could found a ‘Famous Authors Film Producing Company’ and give the authors a fair chance and a free hand, and then employ real artists for the costumes,–a real tailor for the men’s clothes;–real decorators for the indoor sets; real ladies to look after the manners of the actors, and real architects to design the houses, he would be able to take up the whole of Liberty Loan out of his first year’s profits.”
- “Dream on my breast of quiet days, Kindled of slow absorbing fire! Sleep, while I ponder on the ways And secret paths of my desire! Dream, while my restless brain probes deep The mysteries of its magic power, The secret of forgotten sleep, The birth of knowledge as a flower!”