shaman shakti

take a little trip and bring it back again

bring it back down

the jesters

move my mouth

i walked out and disintegrated

purchased a plot line, connected

all the books check out

and even the kitties at the door want in

i let them in

except T2, who doesn't live here

mountains and judgements

it's not the reason

you tell me

it's not the reason

you tell me

we ripped open

a thundercloud

with our gong

meditation

me and adam

yeah me and adam

came home to find me a frenchman

what were the chances?

all my lover's live across the sea

makes it easy

for the monastery

makes it easy to live free

building my reverie

in the library every book on

taoism and the female body

oh oh let me go and tell us

the secret of our sexual energy

keep it hidden

and build it up faster

wrap my mouth around

a soliloquy, a master

the correspondence

now

and the rate of assimilation

time shortened between thought and

manifestation

keep careful watch of thoughts, words

always to the highest good

always sweetness for the goodness of all

no more broken...

or accidental...

good gracious!

baby beloved passing

baby suggs holy

passing

clare kendry

getting a hold of

candomble

with her having way

her mind returned to her own affairs

ici

power

:)

it just started raining. thank god.

synchrondipity

dear buddah,

if i ever see mr. fish seeks bicycle again i promise to...wait what?

this is your projection. your manifestation. "he" is the son of an english aristocrat and bohemian brasilian who travels the world holding large sound system raves with beyond beautiful and loving people. "he" conveniently returned to england for two months to indefinitely because that is how you wanted it. all of these elements live within you and speak to where you are and what you desire. "d. fish seek bicycle" introduces you to orgiastic crew of tribal love warriors who make you look like a square. jupiter's expansion continues.

it is also not a coincidence that the aggressive male in the striped shirt in LA who grabbed you by the shoulders and told you that the tattoo across his chest in russian says, "trust no one they will fuck you over" resembled so-and-so, who would know exactly what this all means and why.

my life has turned into a cartoon. a character of it's former self. everyone is a shape shifter and all the signs point in the direction of what we are creating and it's all enough to keep up with the flow.

my life is a highly psychedelic, serendipitous, waking dream. in a mostly good way. i am grateful that once a month for four days or so i can eat carbs and act like a human for a moment rather than a whirlwind elemental catalyzing things and making the sun shine.

my experiences are making me hard/insane/vulnerable/ecstatic/bullet proof. they are also reminding me of WHO THE FUCK I AM. eternally, and also within the realm of this life and body. are you kidding?

as nice as it is to fantasize about being someone's missus that's not what this go around is about. it never was and it never will be.

keep working.

so.so.so

moon gnosis

i heart fish seeks bicycle

can i get a witness?

neptune is my girl

keeper of seas and tides

watching my nitrous levels

in a planet full of beef eating

oh if i say cows you'll think i'm discriminating

i'll acclimate early and have mine with whipped cream

those in the family know

the star seed seekers are

us who are with me

who is with me

start your own cult of inarticulation

i've got my inarticulations

doing it.

my brothers scare me

but i've got to make the most of it ...

dot. dot. dot.

spread love.

and smiles in SINCERITY

we need a REVOLUTION.

note to self #777

it is way too early in the semester to be smoking so much pot/getting depressed. knock it off. you must keep going. super focus! forget what cort said. it IS reasonable to transcend emotion. you do have bat powers. FOCUS.

...

Everything is about to get very messy.

Intercalary

Intercalary

Intercalary by Joy A

note to self #753

stop fawwwwwwwwking broadcasting your inner thoughts over the internet. what the fawwwwwwk.

it is much too late for that.

attic tragedy.

i love my life

what is the opposite of what i'm doing right now? i want to be doing that. YOU ARE TOO CLOSELY IDENTIFYING WITH THE OTHER. straw dogs baby. straw dogs. in my immortal life i am a fractal of a fractal of a fractal. this is not my form. i maintain a vibration which does not freak out electrical equipment. this is your mantra. repeat.

lana had a hot tub but she had signal flow and carson wouldn't...oh i don't know do carson things and there was something about yelling at evan. and the other night with all the showers and sharon and the other one...in my hand and oceans of seed and cut to looking at the beginning of a tidal wave from an underground cabana made of sand. but we were all safe it was a false alarm.

we're all sitting in the same room, all us characters, just waiting for the cue. i will not call us. we've got the Mills scene. we've got the SF scene. we've got the tangential scene. we've got the family scene. we've got the far away UK scene and the get away guilt.

steve j. has a dove nesting on his balcony. that is a good sign. nesting things. eggs. i am a baby bird.

i love my life. i love my life. i love my life. i love life affirming people and activities. i like being happy. i like peaceful vibrations and resonant tones. harmonics. i want to be a sound scape. and make things no one gets because there is nothing to get.

if i never write a verse chorus again i will be quite pleased. i am over anything with a time code.

i want to make really Awake people feel at peace and more One with Themselves.

i am over mass appeal. or even marginal appeal. i am appealing to the appeal of non appeal. when everything is beyond the edges we reach back to zero. i want to take my heart out and carry it around on a string and let it trail behind me or let it run out ahead. of me i am a wastrel. set upon by her majesty's second guard. reentered monastic.

what do you do when the world has stopped listening to itself and we're all checked out? do what pleases the self. i feel pretty when...

the sun shines

i'm running

i take a shower

i drive for hours

i change clothes in the car or even better while i'm driving

i sit in the garden

i dance by myself when no one is watching

i cook real food

babies smile at me

i hold doors open for old ladies

trees are happy

fini.

everybody loves everybody

the point is the point is the point is the point is. anoint anoint.a half shark along the lark. search for my soul and we're sold. not sold on the sell. i'll give you hell. ohhhh frack. frack my fracking frack. fuck this it's all good in the world of form. big ups in the world of form. dionysus take a number. my love my straight jacket. tie my mouth in molasses. make me mine. god bless dorian virtue and the other one, newton. i will not associate with qi thiefs. i will not associate with qi thiefs. i will not seek. let's all steal from each other more. open the door.

//

get to the point. i'm off my head in structure. in keeping it together. hold it down. are you holding it down. we're all holding it down. little don't you know beside the point. regardless of the fact that i am not in love with anyone or anything but the empty space of daath. i love empty spaces. i love the hum of a fan. one small or large oscillator or a chorus of drones. love my bumble tones. somewhere i am nineteen sitting in my car and i know no one. and one south the road between sf at 3am and santa cruz at 3:45am is the only friend i will ever need.

//

one day the nonsense will cease. the absurdity will halt and i will have found that...

// there is more truth in twenty seconds of my dreams at night than any one thousand waking moments.

p.s. i am not in love with _____ _______. which of course means i probably am. fuck.

goofy smart pretty half breeds with brown eyes. we are not hippies we are love.

distill the need.

Tomorrow...

yhvh

yod heh shin vau heh

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