Writing for an Audience
"No," he said, while slicing his chicken and forking it into the squash and farro, but before tasting it, "don't try to find an audience, just write want you want to write."
"Sure,"
Sipping some red wine, a bit potent for this entree, but living life boldly, two five mg pills,
Boldly, "You, I'm going to jump out on a limb here, you seem happier than you've been in years. I've been living with you for a long time, and I can tell. You're really happy."
Yeah, we talked about how following Buddhism doesn't make you happy right away. At first, it's rubbing your nose in your unhappiness, like a puppy's nose in shit, stop shitting so much in your brain, shit outside your brain. All the fucking reasons you have to be unhappy, there are countless reasons, and when you meditate, they get LOUDER.
All the reasons you have to be depressed, they get LOUDER. All the reasons you have to be anxious, they get LOUDER. WTF, Buddha is punching me in my nose, hard, he's broken my nose, fuck, ouch, I'm bleeding from my brain, you fractured my skull, LOUDER. You're rubbing my brain in shit, no, I've been shitting in my own brain,
As you paradox into acceptance you discover what you can no longer accept, and you change your life, and you become happy.
Wait, why are you rinsing the leftovers into the InSinkErator, I wanted to eat the leftovers tomorrow,
"Sure,"
Sipping some red wine, a bit potent for this entree, but living life boldly, two five mg pills,
Boldly, "You, I'm going to jump out on a limb here, you seem happier than you've been in years. I've been living with you for a long time, and I can tell. You're really happy."
Yeah, we talked about how following Buddhism doesn't make you happy right away. At first, it's rubbing your nose in your unhappiness, like a puppy's nose in shit, stop shitting so much in your brain, shit outside your brain. All the fucking reasons you have to be unhappy, there are countless reasons, and when you meditate, they get LOUDER.
All the reasons you have to be depressed, they get LOUDER. All the reasons you have to be anxious, they get LOUDER. WTF, Buddha is punching me in my nose, hard, he's broken my nose, fuck, ouch, I'm bleeding from my brain, you fractured my skull, LOUDER. You're rubbing my brain in shit, no, I've been shitting in my own brain,
As you paradox into acceptance you discover what you can no longer accept, and you change your life, and you become happy.
Wait, why are you rinsing the leftovers into the InSinkErator, I wanted to eat the leftovers tomorrow,