inner-spirit scripting sabbaticals push you away and you drift from cosmic growth. if any dark energy impels backward dancing or if rotten pursuits elicit mechanical rhythms, then we are in dehydration of dharma and curiousness. oh how one may abandon curiosity! oh how one may be inspired by moral heros!
i have mediated on plans, and these plans are of meditation...of trekking to eureka to forage for psylocibe cubensis and summon forth destruction to liberate the phoenix. is it not more than coincidence, the shape of mushroom and shape of atom bomb cloud, both "reactions releasing vast quantities of energy from relatively small amounts of matter".
as trinie dalton desires, i want to place upon my head a gnome hat and sit atop a red-and-white polkadotted fly agaric. i would also like to understand what the other lamas saw in Tenzin Gyatso when he was a little lad, if he glowed a bit and exactly what color was emanated from his person. i wonder how an unforseen gut shot from a tibetan missile would feel like, if during your 3rd level in mario kart, some monks were all "holy.....fuck......there he is......the 14th reincarnation of the buddhist master! your holinesssssss...." **bowing so low they do forward summersaults on neck face** the kid was probably like, "who got winner?"
learning xhosa has been much more of a challenge than portuguese, but since historians believe that it was glottogony up to the latest hominids', i feel it would be an honor to achieve fluency. however learning portuguese, being also tonally whimsical and noted splice of spanish and french, has been a pleasure from time to time. i hope to achieve moderate fluency within a year.
stunted growth baaad. watering soul, goooood.
