The horror..................the horror........................

how can one not testify! this man is love, this man is heart. this man is pure energy in it's most amazing form. I am filled with eternal love for him. praise the day we came together is a most splendid kiss! praise the day!

The other day I was sitting around the table in Brooklyn--oh no, wait, that was Avocado Tom. . . . The Chemist? Everything he knows about chemistry, he learned from his mother.

The other day we were sitting around the table up in Brooklyn, talking about our favorite miscreants, when I said, "Oh, you know TheChemist?". The conversation that followed went something like:

"Can you believe what he gets away with?"
"Actually, I can, and it's just fun to watch..."
"Yeah, he somehow manages to sneak in under people's defenses and they never know how to react -- they end up not reacting, and before they know it, they're enjoying themselves immensely"
"Heh, even though some of them end up feeling tremendously guilty about it after the fact. He seems to enjoy opening people's...minds"
"And he does it so well!"

So, beware the fuzzy, furry, comfy, gloves. They're oh, so nice...

The Chemist...he's in his element when he's in the middle of a group of fun loving people. He's a catalyst...add him to the mix and there may be sparks, explosions, or a complete meltdown into plie of pulsating flesh.

And speaking of pulsating flesh...you have not lived until you've gotten a lapdance from The Chemist. Mama wouldn't steer you wrong!