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Brief time have sons of men on earth to live.
Let the good man herein much trouble take.
Acting as were his turban all a-blaze.
There is no man to whom death cometh not.
-Samyutta Nikâya
From "365 Buddha: Daily Meditations," edited by Jeff Schmidt
hmmm. i mean there's always someway to ignite desire, no? boi is definitely entwirned me into some kind of den motha position, and the fact that my nude prone form isn't more important than taping boston legal & catching all of it nor the talk on getting us straight holds less interest for him than recounting plots from texas ranger...well these aren't good signs. he won't talk of us getting a place, he won't get out of my room, which i've discovered my psyche demands not just covets, ha, i told you i was a sweetheart but yo everyone needs space, albiet an office or a room, no? i'm depressed he says, and the hostile work environment(some uptight queen boi is getting uppity diva & rallying the rest of who i thought were friends to dis me too, including t who's little girl frankie we treat like a niece...that's not gonna change, but the workplace is like a negative vault, yo)
coupled with the revolving door on our home
(my sister & her suppressed rage at her own generosity with houseguests- the girls still haven't called for their hamster or crap)
~ the 1000 other places i'm having to pick up nasty nervy vibes has nada to do with it. well, one could say one makes one's own headspace....i said that myself in a prior (last?)post. but EhWow, don't you have to recognize that you're on pompei & the mount is doing tha shimmy? i think i was calmer during the days of my possum shack.
whew, betta now. sometimes letting it all out is a soulsalve...thanks turtle for sage advice so long ago, write it out indeed...
i try to keep my head down & keep working on the album, but i don't know how to rally when someone is yelling at me & find the desire to record love songs...
lemons however came off perfect...and if the boi doesn't want to move, this train can still boogie, i'm off to the coffeeshop next wed by myself to play if he's sick,working, whateva. i don't mean to be disgenerous but dayum it is no foward lets do this mentality, and my own fire is sifting out due to no attention, only these cold dowsings...my dream that he & i can tour & finish an album all depends on my sucking up my ego, repressing everything i feel, and robbin some bank to fund it, or giving up sleep for a 4th job, hahaha. wonder if greyhound tour for one is the order, kerouac style.
Let the good man herein much trouble take.
Acting as were his turban all a-blaze.
There is no man to whom death cometh not.
-Samyutta Nikâya
From "365 Buddha: Daily Meditations," edited by Jeff Schmidt
hmmm. i mean there's always someway to ignite desire, no? boi is definitely entwirned me into some kind of den motha position, and the fact that my nude prone form isn't more important than taping boston legal & catching all of it nor the talk on getting us straight holds less interest for him than recounting plots from texas ranger...well these aren't good signs. he won't talk of us getting a place, he won't get out of my room, which i've discovered my psyche demands not just covets, ha, i told you i was a sweetheart but yo everyone needs space, albiet an office or a room, no? i'm depressed he says, and the hostile work environment(some uptight queen boi is getting uppity diva & rallying the rest of who i thought were friends to dis me too, including t who's little girl frankie we treat like a niece...that's not gonna change, but the workplace is like a negative vault, yo)
coupled with the revolving door on our home
(my sister & her suppressed rage at her own generosity with houseguests- the girls still haven't called for their hamster or crap)
~ the 1000 other places i'm having to pick up nasty nervy vibes has nada to do with it. well, one could say one makes one's own headspace....i said that myself in a prior (last?)post. but EhWow, don't you have to recognize that you're on pompei & the mount is doing tha shimmy? i think i was calmer during the days of my possum shack.
whew, betta now. sometimes letting it all out is a soulsalve...thanks turtle for sage advice so long ago, write it out indeed...
i try to keep my head down & keep working on the album, but i don't know how to rally when someone is yelling at me & find the desire to record love songs...
lemons however came off perfect...and if the boi doesn't want to move, this train can still boogie, i'm off to the coffeeshop next wed by myself to play if he's sick,working, whateva. i don't mean to be disgenerous but dayum it is no foward lets do this mentality, and my own fire is sifting out due to no attention, only these cold dowsings...my dream that he & i can tour & finish an album all depends on my sucking up my ego, repressing everything i feel, and robbin some bank to fund it, or giving up sleep for a 4th job, hahaha. wonder if greyhound tour for one is the order, kerouac style.