Dear Sue,
For some reason I miss her more than I ever did before. At the heart, in the core, there is a giant growing soar. He flaps his wings and sometimes he even sings, but more often he’z loftin’. It looks like my day, a wisp of my mind, and tantra can’t suffice. I could change the date, but I’m already there. They call me Sire, you can play with these and those and I’ll tell each day is a little different. I feel like there was this woman I should mention, but she did not mention it. I remember a friend who seemed to always have a line for me, but she can’t remember my name. You can tell the world is going to shit when I break it down like that.
So, that stage I mentioned, of course, you remember, except it’s a real hard stage to talk about because really this is the no stage. There’s a big white line in front of you and I’m about to take you to the cleaners. I don’t destroy boundaries, I wreck havoc on your lungs. The Integral Community told me five years to go up a level, but I tried to remind them all that I was born playing with marbles. In the same way I question, when am I ever gonna surpass all these unrad rules.
It’s like coming up with a new idea that nobody else could guess, except guess what, they already did, and that’s completely satisfying. I’m brain fired. A day on the clock is a tonneau. You’ll have to put that on your wrist and smoke it. Today is Tomorrow, and I pressurized the entire meaning of totality. The ostentatious philosophical words I play with effect the entire method of philology up to this point as it is so dated. If you knew I was ready for this, then how come you are so damn cute. I’d be in your one word, I’d be realizing just for the hell of it. And when the guitar comes out, I’ll sing it just for you.
If I have the present, the mind to present, people can pour water over it, they can try to bless this, they could even weep for us, then at least I’d look half-decent. And the Dragon tore me down, he’ll tear me down in the evening, and look me up in the ascent. I forgot to mention that my favorite word for you si is on the chopping block, and every time all the time I want more bed favors. Let me give you this, a child I call projection.
It’s not like I’m complaining, you can adore and scrunchy scrunchy, and I’ll get crunchy.
"Ω =∞x∞^∞" - Wayne Teasdale