It is said that they who know well how to live meet no abusive douchebags or maddening politicians as they scroll through the news, and come out of the workday untouched by the weapons of capitalism. For, in them, an abusive douchebag would find no flesh for his selfish hands, a mad politician nothing to... Continue Reading →
That is the beauty of illusory Time: in any given moment your only obligation is to that moment-- anything else that will happen or that has happened is all a part of the illusion. BOM BOM MAHADEV.
In this deep slumber before the big sleep Oxygen tubes sing monotonous sonatas to no one Here have this morphine you won't feel a thing don't know what you think of it all if you think at all blink once for yes Last words rattled days ago Pastor at the door with... Continue Reading →