so my idol to shiva keeps showing up in my dreams, arms all a-slither. well, you hindude, lets me & you start with the black sutras, the teachings gouging & ravaging. in your hands you hold fire, & in mine i hold darkness. we know each other's private thoughts, as we know the thoughts of virochana & indra. we are the salt dissolved in the water of each other's lives. but think about the pain we can bring each other. & now i'm talking about jenny. we're both serpentine in this paradise. luckily i am just the gentleman villian to deal with this sort of thing. uniquely equipped. & by equipped i mean both in the deeps of the hypothalmus & below the waist.