Homaha

I was laying in bed, this morning and the blasting wind through cracks in the window chilled my imagination and poked out my tiny nips...or would have poked them out had I not removed them to support my motto--ONE EROGONOUS ZONE (there can be only one).

Ohhhmahaaa. What does it mean? It must be an Indian word. I can picture an Indian in a teepee a thousand years ago laying in animal skins and freezing his ass off in the rich, cold plains.

Then I know. It hits me, I have a moment of emotional blending with this long dead brave. Omaha must surely mean, what the fuck are we doing here--or it could mean wind-swept plain. Sometimes those cosmic messages get blurred with time.