yeah sorry my blog is so corny these days im such a sappy love stricken fool.
the joys of immersing into the pool of syrup that drips from your lip
as you speak and sing and sigh and cry for that one singular person place and thing
that you can not define but know its proximity holds enough power silently generating
the current fluctuating force vibrations of pure present awareness manifested into
the ether and current reality extending to the fold the cone the pendulum
finish that book that page turn it down turn it on but never ever turn it off.