Let's have a great big bowlful of love on this, our 7 month anniversary!

Peter Meinke Cheerios you are what you eat & I I am a sex-mad wheatgerm floating in holes of cheerios stamped out of Kansas farmland where in late August the All-American sun drives ripe farmgirls into barns and shadows as pitchforks are abandoned like Neptune's trident while he rolled in the springs with Ceres, seeds exploding everywhere, pine cones and pomegranates, ears of corn pop-eyed with heat bunches of grapes swollen in the wagon while we danced & sang & drank & ate and the god laughed & chanted, crying Gobble it all in excess of the minimum daily adult requirements screw hunger look longer live younger.