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So what where you expecting to see for my virgin HNT experience?

Poetry and songs and how to identify the sex of a dragon

I have often been asked where the nick Furzl comes from. I am not always to keen to share a piece of me that dates back more than ten years. But in the interest of keeping my blog real here goes.

Furzl is not so much a word as a sound if you can imagine. The sound been part of a chemically induced high. L.S.D was my drug of choice at the time. Whilst under the influence of the drug I experienced a hallucination of a dragon formed with hypnotic lines. It's eyes were spinning wheels of colour. Its face benevolent and funny, a small red tongue. The sounds rushing through my ears getting faster and faster. His eyes spinning faster and faster untill there was an explosion, streams of colour spewing forth from his mouth and ears. He would put on a repeat performance over and over faster and faster. He was a jolly fellow and made me laugh.

Somewhere in this trip I tried to record what I was experiencing on paper. Perhaps against my better judgement I give you what I wrote.

FURZLSHOOOZZZZ, FIZZLEPOP AND A GOOD LUCK DRAGON

WHIZZ AND POP
ELVIN CHATTER
SOUND WAVE DRAGON
COLOURED SPLATTER
WHIRL AND WHIZZ RACE AND ZOOM
TEN PAST REALITY
WHINE AND HUM
SOAR AND RUSH
SPEW OF LIGHT
THOUGHTS OF LUST, LAUGHTER, FRIGHT
SHATTERING SHIVER
JARRING QUAKE
STREAMERS FLYING
RAINBOW TWIRL

HERE I GO AGAIN

WHIZZ AND ………………………

From the title of this poem Furzl came to be.


At this point, (if you are still here) you may ask so how did I actually identfy his sex as a male dragon. Well actually since he was too ethereal to lift and check underneath, I had to rely on my instinct. Trust me it was a boy dragon.

Poetry set to music is probably my favourite kind. At the moment I am listening to Leonard Cohen quite a bit.


DANCE ME TO THE END OF LOVE

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic 'til I'm gathered safely in
Lift me like an olive branch and be my homeward dove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone
Let me feel you moving like they do in Babylon
Show me slowly what I only know the limits of
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the wedding now, dance me on and on
Dance me very tenderly and dance me very long
We're both of us beneath our love, we're both of us above
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to the children who are asking to be born
Dance me through the curtains that our kisses have outworn
Raise a tent of shelter now, though every thread is torn
Dance me to the end of love

Dance me to your beauty with a burning violin
Dance me through the panic till I'm gathered safely in
Touch me with your naked hand or touch me with your glove
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love
Dance me to the end of love

Mary had a little lamb. She thought it very silly

She threw it up in the air and caught it by its


Willy was a watch dog lying on the grass

Down came a bumble bee and stung him on the


Ask no questions, tell no lies

I saw two policeman pulling down their


Flies are a nuisance

Bumble Bees are worse


And thats the end of my little country verse.





Now the reason I share this little bit of mother goose with you is, it seemed like a nice intro to relate an aspect of my weekend. That aspect is the bee that literally stung me in the butt. Better than cartoon network, for the kids at any rate. I sat on the little dude.





Was nice to finally spend some time in our new pool. I love your new costume angel.


THE SMOKE GETS IN YOUR EYES







It was a rather grim pleasure to smoke a cigar with my brother this weekend. I cannot pretend to feel Marihanda's pain. I feel deeply for her at the loss of her father. The cigars had been intended for what should have been an awesome party celebrating their tenth wedding anniversary this weekend. I have few words that can mean much except to say they are both in my thoughts at this difficult time.


For those of you who don't know I am hugely proud of my brother and I am his biggest cheerleader. He is a great man


I am outta words so I wish you all a week filled with Magic and maybe some Pixie Dust

My life in cyberspace................Warning may be a rambling post

Since i am such an active blogger .....NOT, I started thinking why I blog, or why anyone blogs.

I think for some blogging is the confessional. A safe place to reconcile with oneself.

For some it is the place where their alter ego can be free to roam. A place to live the life their dreams are made of.

For some it is the proving ground of creators and writers.

For some it is the place of a healer. People using there blogs to reachout to others. (noble if I may say so).

For some it is merely the chronological breakdown of there lives.

I suspect for many it is a combination of reasons.

I think I attempt blogging because it give me a place to maybe express myself. without the pressure of speaking out loud. It does offer a thinking space. If I can only get over my fear of exposing myself out there I may blog more.

If I could commit myself to one thing it would always be to keep what I write as real and true to me as possible. Realness is my goal sadly not my achievement.

"...Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand..." (the Skin Horse)

Why do you blog?