stress relief

i was driving

down the freeway

with daily stress on

my brow

and found myself

pondering

the profession

of massage

i received

my first massaging

last weekend

from a 

dark haired woman 

who held my hand 

like a lover

during orgasm

god, when

was the last time

i did that?

with left hand

on the steering wheel,

i reached 

down to my crotch

and imagined

and remembered

until i came

right there

in the driver's seat

and  

honestly, it was

just that simple

to find relief

freedom ain't free

i have one sentence to fit everything because sentence should be spelled sentance the way i pronounce it and the 8 o'clock hour has inspired all these fucking conundrums in and around my dome like how i only have one life to live, minus the soap opera plus the ex-lover who complicates business because if i build it you will come but i'm afraid of failure so this isn't a school, academy, or center i'm constructing because those titles are loaded dogma and i can't stand associating myself with MIT teacher martyrs sucking institutional penis, but i have to approach and act with acceptance otherwise i'm as crooked as the cocks-man who unravels my existence, period

if i build it they will come, if i build it you will come, now shut up and do, period

A.I.

cheez-its

of modern

science

savor

the taste

of this

artificial 

intelligence.