meditation blues
wedding ring clinks on glass cup
espresso with lime
it was the synchronicity of the hour
it was the secret of th golden flower
this very moment
pot is not
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gypsyjoker
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I got that nice hollow feeling in my lungs again, my will to nothing seems satiated for a while.
Been a month of sundays since I heard from you, well it has been a month at least.
Well about three and half weeks actually.
I was thinking about posting this as tinkerjack, cause I am in kill mode when I ain't stoned it seems.
So this nice stuff, got that sweet taste of flowers, columbia maybe, seems like another one of our most favored nation trading partners.
I lie to myself and pretend it is arkansas polio weed from somebodies victory garden.
I been on a Warren Zevon kick this week, Linda sings this song better than he does.
Mohamed's Radio
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meanwhile homeboy is getting ready to retire, two heart attacks and a stroke, he is stiil riding his 150 mph ninja to work at the VA hospital,
no doubt at 75 he is the alpha male of Alamo Rose's (my mother) sons
A good man, good son, father, husband brother, more than a brother a friend.
He is thinking about writing a book. A collection of some his cases that that made him happy. The one about the soldier who was paralized in her right arm. She is now the star right handed pitcher for her softball team.
Well I guess I will talk at you in the future will have been. Sitting here looking at your xmas present
Procrastination is not such a bad thing sometimes. I think I would be graveyard dead by now if I was not always putting off some things.
Been a month of sundays since I heard from you, well it has been a month at least.
Well about three and half weeks actually.
I was thinking about posting this as tinkerjack, cause I am in kill mode when I ain't stoned it seems.
So this nice stuff, got that sweet taste of flowers, columbia maybe, seems like another one of our most favored nation trading partners.
I lie to myself and pretend it is arkansas polio weed from somebodies victory garden.
I been on a Warren Zevon kick this week, Linda sings this song better than he does.
Mohamed's Radio
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meanwhile homeboy is getting ready to retire, two heart attacks and a stroke, he is stiil riding his 150 mph ninja to work at the VA hospital,
no doubt at 75 he is the alpha male of Alamo Rose's (my mother) sons
A good man, good son, father, husband brother, more than a brother a friend.
He is thinking about writing a book. A collection of some his cases that that made him happy. The one about the soldier who was paralized in her right arm. She is now the star right handed pitcher for her softball team.
Well I guess I will talk at you in the future will have been. Sitting here looking at your xmas present
Procrastination is not such a bad thing sometimes. I think I would be graveyard dead by now if I was not always putting off some things.
Free Rice
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i gave you an xmas present?
i musta been stonnned
your big bruther is an active VA doc?
a biker doc?
homeboy?
th one who doodles?
mercy
i knew a cabbie in detroit
he drove my cab days
metro 249
i drove nights
he was obese
still young
but he said that when he started smoking pot
he gained a lot of weight
munchies!
i yam aware of my eating
a couple of m an m peanuts l'doo\an diet root beer tooo
tired
good work today
was up at 5 am
just scored some fine humboldt bud
with more of th skunkweed variety
th next landing of th eagle
did 2 miles on th treadmill
it's a matter of attitude
watching th cardiac rate
payin attention to posture
mindful meditation blues
my step-son's new neighbor
down from th panhandle
got this humboldt bud
mailed in a box of animal crackers
in your soup
mercy
i musta been stonnned
your big bruther is an active VA doc?
a biker doc?
homeboy?
th one who doodles?
mercy
i knew a cabbie in detroit
he drove my cab days
metro 249
i drove nights
he was obese
still young
but he said that when he started smoking pot
he gained a lot of weight
munchies!
i yam aware of my eating
a couple of m an m peanuts l'doo\an diet root beer tooo
tired
good work today
was up at 5 am
just scored some fine humboldt bud
with more of th skunkweed variety
th next landing of th eagle
did 2 miles on th treadmill
it's a matter of attitude
watching th cardiac rate
payin attention to posture
mindful meditation blues
my step-son's new neighbor
down from th panhandle
got this humboldt bud
mailed in a box of animal crackers
in your soup
mercy
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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gypsyjoker
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ok
glad it is going ok
just checking
had not heard from you
I still have the medical book from 1853 I was going to send you
the field guide to surgery guide they used during the Civil War
Oh it was a very civil war
glad it is going ok
just checking
had not heard from you
I still have the medical book from 1853 I was going to send you
the field guide to surgery guide they used during the Civil War
Oh it was a very civil war
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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is it signed by anyone?
i got a old tome
whitmon
uncivil war army nurse
inscribed by
woodie guthrie
"my best word kook!
woodie guthrie, longy beachy 1954"
25cents @ th longy beachy libes
book sale
circa 1979
minus 1853
is 126 years
shit
we's half that old right nowww
everybody must get stoned
i got a old tome
whitmon
uncivil war army nurse
inscribed by
woodie guthrie
"my best word kook!
woodie guthrie, longy beachy 1954"
25cents @ th longy beachy libes
book sale
circa 1979
minus 1853
is 126 years
shit
we's half that old right nowww
everybody must get stoned
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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gypsyjoker
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I been saving a few things for my old age, opium and Whitman I guess.
I was sitting in the library in Morro Bay
the summer of 1976, homeless,
waiting for my ship to come in.
Working at the local fish packing plant while I tried to find a job on a trawler.
Sleeping on the beach or someone's couch.
So I was sitting by a window with Leaves of Grass in my lap with the morning sun shinning through the window onto the open book, a golden glow surrounds an eidetic image,
I lack the words or the poetic voice
to describe the feeling the memory the picture evokes in me.
translucent.
I got my job on the trawler
sailed for the pacific northwest
never finished reading much of the book of poems
Maybe if I ever get back there again.
what the hell was I talking about
oh yeah
no signatures
no blood stains
If I had a hammer
I'd get hammered
I was sitting in the library in Morro Bay
the summer of 1976, homeless,
waiting for my ship to come in.
Working at the local fish packing plant while I tried to find a job on a trawler.
Sleeping on the beach or someone's couch.
So I was sitting by a window with Leaves of Grass in my lap with the morning sun shinning through the window onto the open book, a golden glow surrounds an eidetic image,
I lack the words or the poetic voice
to describe the feeling the memory the picture evokes in me.
translucent.
I got my job on the trawler
sailed for the pacific northwest
never finished reading much of the book of poems
Maybe if I ever get back there again.
what the hell was I talking about
oh yeah
no signatures
no blood stains
If I had a hammer
I'd get hammered
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
so we nearly crossed paths
moro bay
with th sea lions
ys must've found some kindred spirits
and likewise i would share a toot an a beverage
some ale and irish whiskey
an say
eidey what?
now that word is something real to complain about
mercy
moro bay
with th sea lions
ys must've found some kindred spirits
and likewise i would share a toot an a beverage
some ale and irish whiskey
an say
eidey what?
now that word is something real to complain about
mercy
Arcadia wrote:enjoy your pot and Obama, friend!!!! why not?
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gypsyjoker
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yes it is
also satori
I guess to be enlightened one must have the proper vocabulary.
Kerouac he left his beauty behind, his death an unimportant detail, Plath and Kerouac each a suicide in their own way. I learned nothing from their death, although I tried.
It was their life's work that learned me.
Eidetic,
I learned that word in a long time ago over thirty years
when I was in
Boston
reading Marcuse
The word stayed with me
Unlike satori which I must look up everytime I read it
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/eidetic
also satori
I guess to be enlightened one must have the proper vocabulary.
Kerouac he left his beauty behind, his death an unimportant detail, Plath and Kerouac each a suicide in their own way. I learned nothing from their death, although I tried.
It was their life's work that learned me.
Eidetic,
I learned that word in a long time ago over thirty years
when I was in
Boston
reading Marcuse
The word stayed with me
Unlike satori which I must look up everytime I read it
http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/eidetic
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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I got saved
salvation satori
but I am still lost
lost and found
stoned or straight
I got a mental block
I am a block head
And I was stoned
when I replied
This world of illusions
the sun rises
the sun sets
or so it seems
Paradox of duality
my brain lies to me
the truth is a crown of feathers
I am due for a death bed conversion
I am going to have a catholic Priest standing by
I am too fucking clever when I am stoned
and I am not stoned tonight
salvation satori
but I am still lost
lost and found
stoned or straight
I got a mental block
I am a block head
And I was stoned
when I replied
This world of illusions
the sun rises
the sun sets
or so it seems
Paradox of duality
my brain lies to me
the truth is a crown of feathers
The Collected Stories Of Isaac Bashevis SingerOne thing remained a riddle. In her last hours Akhsa had ripped open the pillow that the rabbi’s wife had sent her. The woman who washed her body found bits of down between her fingers. How could a dying woman have the strength to do this? And what had she been searching for? No matter how much the townspeople pondered and how many explanations they tried to find, they never discovered the truth.
Because if there is such a thing as truth it is as intricate and hidden as a crown of feathers
I am due for a death bed conversion
I am going to have a catholic Priest standing by
I am too fucking clever when I am stoned
and I am not stoned tonight
Free Rice
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
eidetic hectic veritable visionary
confused th memory
with variable accuracy
borderline lunacy
fatigued tenacity
marooned in th doldrums
nowhere t go
save fer a breeze
fresh aire
bellowing blues
satori sighs
an so i go
t see th doc
bout small dose
buddha medicine
75 mg buproprion in th mawnin
an let my alveloli go!
confused th memory
with variable accuracy
borderline lunacy
fatigued tenacity
marooned in th doldrums
nowhere t go
save fer a breeze
fresh aire
bellowing blues
satori sighs
an so i go
t see th doc
bout small dose
buddha medicine
75 mg buproprion in th mawnin
an let my alveloli go!
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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I been thinking about "intentions" a lot lately
As in what I intend
Waiting for the grim reaper
with open arms
why else would I be living like this?
Bucking the odds,
a stroke of luck or a heart attack any day now
Statistics are a bitch
the end of my twelve year career as a pre-med student was a course called Statistics for Behavioral Sciences
The last class I went to high on mescaline. A sudden insight, an "aha moment" I heard myself thinking "Got dam, the only reality we have in this best of all objective fact worlds is a statistical reality." We were learning all about the Chi Square at the time.
Another insight this weekabout the illusion of time courtesy of Einstein .
As in what I intend
Waiting for the grim reaper
with open arms
why else would I be living like this?
Bucking the odds,
a stroke of luck or a heart attack any day now
Statistics are a bitch
the end of my twelve year career as a pre-med student was a course called Statistics for Behavioral Sciences
The last class I went to high on mescaline. A sudden insight, an "aha moment" I heard myself thinking "Got dam, the only reality we have in this best of all objective fact worlds is a statistical reality." We were learning all about the Chi Square at the time.
Another insight this weekabout the illusion of time courtesy of Einstein .
So long jimboThe Stubborn Illusion of Time (RA, 3:23)
In his autobiography, Disturbing the Universe, Dyson cites a letter Einstein wrote to his oldest friend, Michele Besso: "Now he has departed from this strange world a little ahead of me. That means nothing. People like us, who believe in physics, know that the distinction between past, present and future is only a stubbornly persistent illusion." Here Dyson reflects on what Einstein meant when he said this, and how living with such ideas has formed his own approach to issues of time, mortality, and death.
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