(the most consequential syncredential incredible con....sequence ever thistermorn...)
Show.....
The problem in modern now-life is all the lexicons have been word-saladed into a Babel-on-sea of everyone wants to be seen, but no common language any more even to explain who they are behind their compulsory sunglasses
ahhhahhh forgot that one xxx
later
(why of course they just say " well its probably all a hologram" as theyre too lazy to figure appropriate new culture which may be a Universal Picture language from Lexicon Ave to this place - the ultimate in Truman Show Stepfordist everyone playing an exact 'conformist' role - there is no better place to see-by-sea....
just how utterly Truman
'tall became
I did need to see.
But one cannot hear their truth
Eight point six million on the pill.
Prozac piss
The jingle-jangle of the plastic piss pots every new day, even if theirs starts at my lunchtime
And Mister Bo
Couldn't even dance without his plastic
fabric, plastic-scene
knee brace
(i have art, appertainin' soon...)
last time i saw him - the last, and only 'one great half-white, hope..'
manoeuvres.... you no idea how much fun they are that one alone
then
" keep away from my personal space !!"
I'm still self-pants-peeing seven or eight months on
Anyway that's in the annals...
One day
Too day
(i MUST get the audio just made into some better format on the real actual true [hated word] ..zen..)
But one must add in, the "journey" to being actually 'mindful' which in fact is the opposite.
Or perhaps there is a better way of puttin' it than 'both'....
'now' and then...
What do i know? one day maybe a gone-day
culture did make us think
In a good way
Good ones, I don't know her man Trueman
But i bet he is ok
Stood listening to the fire in her eyes
But of course one cannnot
say
" that little growth on your face.... if you ask me the whole of the last thirty years is summed up by a man i kinda loved and thought i knew.... and thought heknewmetoo
"thirty odd years ago.. possibly as we are barrelling along to Pula and Zagreb....
" One Day... just me and him, off in his old plane he said ' that spot on your nose at the end.... if you want i can pay to have it...jobbed...'....
" now i was no particular Mister Zen but was
" aware of my actual identity and was even sad when he didn't want to listen..' David... my nose is me... at school i was to my extreme traumatised embarrassment known as nip ....for nipple nose.... some sometimes would go ultra 'bully' with 'tit face'...one bullied so much he would punch it quite often...but it is me... you know I am not 'self aware' of me as we are above that especially now, its all cant and vanity down below.... i don't need to fiddle with anything bodily, there are more important things in life....as i suspect youtoo do indeed personify with yours.... how fabulous thats a good theme for an actual mindfullness booktoo .."
Meanwhile... (it is cary this uncultured awful man gets 140 thousand looks at his material within 8 hours of pressin his horrid publish button...)
The sane ones MUST unite to stop this obsession with self-harm.. but rebuttal won't work.... only bein' better and more sane and ... one day
The silly men havent read Cormax awful one, which may just indeed have a bit of 'second sight' unlike all the second-sighters for dopamine hits
Because if you ask me if there were and so called 'war' it will be far more like the actual zombie apocalypse Road movie, in three d... live action.
