It all began one fine spring day, April it was, late april in the year of our lord, 1998. There she was, picking cotton or picking up her cotton slippers from the unkept floor of the local laundrymat. What an image.......

The art and aim of abstruse philosophy is to throw quantum light upon each microcosm, each paradigm, each episteme. For reasons best explained by Whitherman Cupid himself, having a fine, black woman *censored* only enhances the joys of thought, thought taken to its most inexpressible extreme. Eros begets logos, bearing mythos. Dream another reality, dream into truth, bring on Lakeisha, the girl with the fine behind and the willing mind. Her loins are for me, the great and grand thinker extraordinare.

I remember our first kiss, our first embrace. Little did we know that 2 others were watching. Oblivious, we carried on, our self-revealatory passions wrapping around each other, producing a white on black extravaganza that the EdenGarden Laundrymat has never seen the likes of since. The folding tables are meant for .......amore !