Work consumes me right now. I would rather it were a lover.

Have to remember my regeneration powers, right like anything. We are unlimited. We can continue to grow new cells, revive the old ones in the meantime and slough off the dead weight. This applies to our mental and emotional states as well, right?
Why not?

There was a time when I felt that I could only love one person. Not the case. There was a time when I felt that I had only one orgasm in me at a time. Not the case. There was a time when I thought that my last painting would be my last painting. It consumed my energy, it sapped my power. It was all had and I put it into that piece, moment, climax.
The change is this, that last one, that last moment, that last brilliance or effort or thought is only fuel for the next.
The growth of these emotions, these ideas and this energy is unlimited. I am striving for the ability to do so much more in one minute of the day than anyone around me. I am exceeding the reality and the potential.

I hit a wall. This week was a tough one and I thought for a few days that I was done. I had to say enough. Stop it and move to something easier. Not anymore.

This is the beginning of a metal revolution. My emotional base is strong. My desire is there…my regenerative powers are growing.
Work can eat away at my time, my intelligence and I just cook up more. The glutton will explode its full belly.

What is the work equivalent of an orgasm?
I was going to add, assuming you don’t work in porn, but it is quite possible that orgasms are not the orgasm of porn work, either.

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