SEX and ZEN. The Crazy Stuff People Do.

SHE’S SWEATY …..

HE’S LICKY …..

HE’S HOT …..

“Let’s DOUSE the HEAT by DANCING in the SHOWER.”

(SOME like it HOT. Surely.)

NO, I am not a prude, but a penny for your thoughts, chum.

Seriously.

There should be a list of things that fire your imagination, stir your creative juices or add value to your life.

Nobody’s gonna blame you for getting distracted on this one.

Not when the radio is nosily blasting right behind, and this singer is in the throes of hysteria when he laments, “Stupid Cupid, stop picking on me.”

As if anybody care.

Life’s real, so beat it. Everybody has his own latent issues to deal with.

We know that each and every of us are prone to having our unwarranted share of grey days.

Staying alive can be dense, spiced with irksome moments of intensity – emotional, sensual, the list goes on.

Yeah, go scream your lungs out. But don’t ever do drugs.

Take a cue from a recent celebrity’s sudden demise.

‘Tis a matter that may grab you by the horn … or balls.

Any fool is aware that sex arrives in spurts and trouble looms in gushes.

Confronted with isolated sexual or philosophical matters?

No problem.  You are never alone for this one.

These days, you can have your cake and eat it too.

Sex sells: in books, on DVDs, in cinemas or you dive discreetly undercover through blogs, whichever.

 Let’s begin with a paradoxical topic.

The December month in ASIA is mostly wet.

 APRIL is ever-so-humid.

Conjugating in the shower with your loved one is only a temporary measure to douse body heat.

While the world world waits, there are other glaring issues that will forever remain unresolved.

You witness:

Gloom and doom.

Mankind at war.

Mother earth’s rocking with quakes.

Impoverished people are dying in swarms.

Some governments are not seeing eye to eye.

Economies are plunging.

What’s worse …..

The days are scorching hot,

the nights are unbearably warm.

Blame it on this global warming – or warning.

Someone needs to extinguish the fire.

Let’s unite to render whatever effort we can raise to ease the load.

The earth’s crust is thinning -

And before long ,

mankind is going up in a smoke.

HILDA DOOLITTLE expounds:

“O wind, rend open the heat,
cut apart the heat,
rend it to tatters.

Fruit cannot drop
through this thick air–
fruit cannot fall into heat
that presses up and blunts
the points of pears
and rounds the grapes.

Cut the heat–
plough through it,
turning it on either side
of your path.”

It’s a case of unbecoming jargons.

Corny, stupid, we may call this.

But remember, there’s always a little truth behind “just kidding”.

And a little curiosity behind “just wondering”.

That is, if we care to cut through the clutter and check this out.

Will you?