The Booby Pillow

The memories now go back to my first introduction to the "booby pillow", the words spoken like an unknown echo, "Oh how i have one just for you" ,
something along those lines were stated anyway, but through these words the mystery had begun. What could it be that this boy from Seattle was on his way to gather up? Then i saw her for the first time, the soft eloquence, coming from afar but closing in, coming my way, closer and closer, oh how i had only dreamed of such a cushion. The long and winding roads of my travels, searching here and there for such comfort, who would have known that i would finally find these fine delights in the black desert of Nevada. I can now re-call doing my final packing, i was ready to say my final goodbye to the desert, to my friends and to all the memories that I was about to leave behind at least until next year. Then when I was about to pack away my loving "booby", into the trunk of my green, dusty Pontiac, i realized how i could not part, not even for one minute from my new love. Yes its true and too some it may sound weird, one travels long and hard, years, life times looking for that special someone, dreaming of an occasion when you can bare your soul and your socks to a someone or some kind one who truly understands you. Then you think maybe I'll find this special someone at a festival that just came to be by chance, this could be that moment where i meet that equal, that half of me that fills life's energy like an unfulfilled C wanting to be an O. Then once i reached the wonderful, charming, explosive atmosphere with beautiful women everywhere, some of which that aren't even wearing underwear, the question arose, is it here where i meet and connect with the one and only? Well, the days went by and i had a frying flight of transcontinental understandings and connective moments with many loving individuals,but it wasn't really until one of the last days while wandering around with a good friend that my eyes spotted that special wonder, the wonder i was looking for. It was in a tent of comfort that my living lies would be finally opened to the doorway of free loving that only a "booby pillow" could offer. It was inside that tent in mid afternoon where the symphonies for my life finally began, but oh
no they would not stop, these cosmic sounds would flow on and on, "ohh on and on", like a song not a river that runs right through it. It was harmony, ecstasy(not the drug),it was all my everything wrapped into one sewn pleasure pillow. But Then
2 days after leaving the Burning man festival my car came to a stall and my love life with the great beauty of a "boobie pillow" would also fall. Now i only have the distant memories and not even a picture to show and tell all who i know of the love that me and the "boobie pillow" shared. But wait, you may have been there, at least in my explanation, maybe now you can see the light, the truth, the deep down connection. Maybe as a people as ourselves we will believe in another, we will bring to light that special something that brings all together within and without like yourself? You must let them all know, tell all the people that you see about the story of the "booby pillow" and me because without the lasting memory, all may be lost. I think something has been found, it now will be through story telling that the mystery the heroics, the love and spirit of the "booby pillow" will exist in all our hearts.