Sober as a judge, are we now?
Sober? Maybe, feeling nauseous cause pushing to take sides, anthropomorphically, as if taking some part deceptively is ok, is not, reduces anyone to tears or laughter. No specs included, however.
Like the club of Rome, some can go to the masquerade and some don’t have to. They can stay still, stand their ground, at least for a while until the next tickler props up, who knows , the lonely, some a premium would pay, but not for sale, tell it to Faust’s buyer, he sore can’t learn from history how good his senses are.
Next up, the joy of masochistic alienation for beginners, or how to have fun an live trough spiderwoman’s kiss of venom.
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I didn’t know, you were,
that is, was
Or will ever be
Joking
I’m sorry, sir, is your name HumAnize?
I’m seeing this with my mom Monday.
I was joking, anyway.
The joke , errrrrrrr
Well any house, or any wine house, , gotta relate my jungiannstage. It goes like this:
Birders are extremely important , getting through doors, keys to the castle begotten, not made or duplicated so as to get through the slide door or even through the rear, but kimsi komsa, not with standing,
So she says it wasn’t shur lee, it was someone like Salome minus the dance served up on a platter but that parusky dame , not sweat Lana ,(turner) turning.
The wheel of fortune or, of the dharma, wrote Gary Snyder about it one time, and still,
held to it. So she says paruskaya, that is, that the general says that society on a worldly stage is beginning to feel like boundaries need to be reaffirmed, and that your peculiar, particular uniqueness points to some nexus of a very profound kind and that it really is a case not of one=an other, but one delineated by a mystical approach, coming to be based on a precise formulae, that has been re vised, revisited, by a mystic law.
That absurdly far flung paradox of allusions definitely is an imago, like a hint of light reflected from the tarred surface traveling through the tunnel with the hoped for Lucy’s to found at the end, like a scent of lost wages, at the end of a yellow brick road, with the twinkling eye of the wizard, say around the time that the Great Depression needed a lift for those for the bells toll, and to Damian the wails of thunderous wraith, over sour grapes.
So the connection is tenuously lost in a haystack of allusions.
That is what such lostness is lost, whereby as Kerouac accepts it forever.
How to stop this MAD ness , without due resource of which’s source ery that Nichiren can only slide to , when he says she says, of the one who left everything behind but the two primal fixtures of reference that absolutely holds on to the moorings which tie his little ship of fools into a secure hold pattern
So as to transport innumerable souls back and forth between their pleasure and its demise?
This is the messenger’s job, Saint John the Devine comes to mind, , Patmos, the author of revelation? , but more the one who baptized Him.John.
Is it a condition before the turn, or one which does not preclude it?
So weather it’s a political trick to void off Faustus’ ignorance , or some other melancholy thing to regain faith in the statistics of refrigeration, or? ( thinking of eric Ericsson’s stage after passing the stage of trust,
Lots of keywords.
For the record, I was joking about the movie. Not the pact. But I still haven’t seen him, so. It is no pact yet.
The keys were lost in the castle, guarded by dragonfoophumpdogs, and therefore the film is no joke.
He, can not be seen because he is still alive and messaging.
To see him is not to trust him.
I guess the best way to see him is through De Anima. ?!?
To see her is when Sivanah drops the seventh
Veil.
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The goddess Shivana has Buddhist connections 1 2 3
• In Buddhist mythology,
Mahesvara, a deva, is associated with spiritual knowledge
• Additionally, the term "Sages of
Sivana" is used in the book “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” to refer to highly enlightened individuals 4
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Go Fish!
52 cards scatter everywhere like rain
And putting all cards on the table is pretty sure needs very little bluff…