its spring, even with the snow and biting cold wind, and my hormones are raging, something about the changing of the earths cycles moves me from being the hermetic monk to the fuck them all libertine- (o hara wrote a poem about this, i will find it soon)-
i confessed today with father stephen vis a vis the strippers and the make out session with katherine and david, and the driinking and the doping,but not about an email sent to krister where i admitted my desire to both fuck him and make eggs in the morning.

stephen asked about slippery slopes, and if i was lonely, and about self love, and about roots and origens and actions, i am thinking really about spring-this need to fuck everyone and anyone is most deft. springy.