One day (today, actually, I wa-) huh. WHAT?? What was your question? When you were reading this?
That’s it! Sorry I have to stop but in my energy I am feeling you all thru a thing type of whizzing neutron of my soul reaching and I feel a magic message? Shhhh??
the message is that I bet somebody is getting it on with somebody… Coworkers… At McDonald’s… East of The Mississipi… It’s not pretty… They are married front and rear closing managers
what do we expect front and rearing end closing manager’s to DO, dammit but be OLD and FUCK each other.
And fuck my dry writing style with a metal hot dog right in the lotus oriface in my Buddha self. Ah f’gosh sakes Buddha did not exist. People call him that. He is retired. He is dead. Jesus is alive. Yay! I mean Buddha knew merit did not make the balance debt right…until 500 years later.
I LIKE the Buddha. As an obtainable man. No man is the same. All men prefer MORE than if one is suffering or not. I am an anti-Bude which is a dude who does not judge and I feel all monks DO.
I opted silent celibacy for 32 years. Where is my gold robe? I made no babies. I worked Fortune 500, painter’s Union, steel work. I had a few choice moments I wish I could erase from my life so I did. I wrote the dead list. Where is it? What? Conceal, please my soul in cracked condition?
i’m on pain pills… Makes me cuss more…