soon, and as i still don't ever hashtag as they're so ugly...
it's up to you
but even the elves will be stuck in that silly new paradigm
( his "wise" material....
so few are lucky enough to be his very few clicks
this is just the quick shared version theres a full-on, free, extremely one-to-one intense, workshop, trainin' course, whippin' ass version ... the most perfect candidate she called me "wise" and also knows what it's all for... but the best of all - all our kids will know, 100% authentically.... soon to be enthroned in her rightful place: next generation mother hen.... via our shared light material of the best of all culture film and ..
daily dosing, of strong black coffee instead of poncy cereal... that's true 'compatibility' .. eternal)
well there are ways...
do come back i have so so much from ten years now, to weave into two years not 'now' as the now years are merely only about how to understand the then years
At the end of The Road a trip to their temple of...
I still cannot quite believe or describe the 100% conformity
Even up in the bookshop cafe
her sippin' her sugary tea
In fact impressive at first
" my schoolkids well they needed to be given a tougher 'get over yourself' daily dose"
And then.. ran away... to her horrid other coast
Even after noddin: " fiar dinkum junkies and steroid addicts yes aboundin'.."
why do the English so so run from the actual truth of their surroundin'
Even when they so yogamatically agree with every jesture and
" that book over there the LATEST Burke.. fancy pantin"
...hmm thats a rather good new word, yogamatically...
And yet again proves what 'zen' is as i have so little barttery just check uanswered email, a quickest charge of phone (from laptop only on 12% and not even thinking of what one may warble iof this page opened..just type and
something comes out...sometimes rather rhythmically..
it aint me, babe.... it's just
cos i know how to really be in the 'zone' ... all the way... which means to not even Be
never mind Have...
to have become nothing.
But something other.....
certainly than a whole town of only conformity
to faux bohemenian " ... look at me"
seriously now, simple rather old backpack, simple rather worn sandles, simple ordinary shirt and shorts
simple, I have better things to do with my time than shave my head (also symptomatic of body neurosis so so obsessed with their 'small things'... each and every atom which may disturb their..????)
simply the eyes the windows of the soul and
(it was so funny she got it: "look at him... mirror shades on checking his look in the mirrorlike surface of his mirror like fancy van, mirroring to him his fat fancy gut...and nuthin else")
And without a cowboy hat nearly mid summer !!!
even on a not very sunny day!
And the stares you get!!!
(i know it is my posture too, tits out chin up ish... back up straight... always despite their 'hate'...)
