Archive for the ‘Freizeit’ Category

Happy 14th of January!

So they tell me.

Really?

I feel so matter-of-fact about it.

What does it mean?

I think, therefore I am…

I think… I am entering into

a beautiful new realm of increased detachment.

Freedom, in captive surrounds.

Ho-hum,

sigh,

societal construct,

time,

captivity.

I say, revoke and repudiate

such negativity.

Wish upon a star in an unseen sky,

and be free.

 

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I had some time (freizeit).

I had some freedom (freiheit).

So I decided to get naked and shave,

perhaps epilate,

down under.

Actually, I felt a compulsion…

I don’t mind a little hair, but once it gets to a certain length and thickness, and/or coarseness, it’s annoying, it makes me feel old, like Budapest, 1966.

Some women insist they do it for hygiene…

In a sense, I do too, for cleansing.

Body and mind.

I do it because it feels right,

so right

and beautiful,

smooth.

Contaminant gone.

Free.

I feel more like myself again.