Ain't no accountin' for nothin'
Geek out in a Moonage Daydream
All quite on the eastern front?
This watch has better specs...
Somewhere Between Philly and Delaware
Happy labor day morons (warning adult language?)!
So it goes, so it goes. Had a nip, enjoyed The Boat that Rocked with my British/Israeli friend. After a decent curry for dinner. What was lost? Find the link your damn self. My mother is Nancy Mairs, my aunt is Nancy Caroline, don't get me started on what the men folk have done. Me, I live in frickin China. -Feast your eyes on this me sister might say. -His was such a good family Mom lamented. O I tell you nothing. I amuse myself, no small task. World without end? Or a million millions, what's the difference? I was free before the WTC. But it changed me. What exactly did Chicken say, -you deserved it? Not exact but similarly accurate and insensitive. We deserve it, Merkin brethren. The first world is not sustainable. We must find another way or perish. Me, expert in nothing. But the big difference between Trungpa and myself was birth. Yusef questioned, how is age your fault? Old CStevens lyric. Well we all know were he ended up. Is your faith a cop-out? Mine is a cop-in. I understand what no hope means. I understand how much bullshit buddhas get buried under. Siddata said -no relics. Where is he now? Altering your perceptions chemically is a cop-out, no? But how did we begin Terrance? And how do we end? Carradine? HST?
Evidently I am not fired tho I was alone at the kindergarten today. I think they were adequately entertained. Educated? Well how much do you really want to learn? No fact handler you. Death and transfiguration, everpresent pantemporal. Nothing special about me. Though I might be Maitreya. Sometimes.
I wanted to learn seon from Koreans, Chan from Chinese. It's not on the surface, that's a surety. Don't mind digging. But I guess it's gonna take some walking too. Lots to do meantime. Poland? Malaysia? Reunite with the wicket? O what can not be told. Long ago I talked about deserves. And this is less than a ten year slice. Well they published my poetry when I was eight. And yes Katy, it was crap and I hear you're City Council now. But we're all still dancing. There's nothing more to do.