Well there aint no auto-save here and I am trying to function in a windows environment fuck all I need access to normal, functional technology.
I've seen shit this week. I've been removing larve from horse cock. Serious no jokie jokie here. Larve removal by hand. And people be strange.
I don't have more now. Just know that I am grateful and find humor under rocks and in tight places.
Chaya Lovingly.
(I pray that someday I will be serene and walk with ease in my body, in balance with my mind. Until then, I stumble and use the moon to guide me.)
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We claim the present as the pre-sent, as the hereafter.
We are unraveling our navels so that we may ingest the sun.
We are not afraid of the darkness, we trust that the moon shall guide us.
We are determining the future at this very moment.
We now know that the heart is the philosophers' stone.
Our music is our alchemy!
We stand as the manifested equivalent of 3 buckets of water and a hand full of minerals, thus realizing that those very buckets turned upside down supply the percussion factor of forever.
If you must count to keep the beat then count.
Find you mantra and awaken your subconscious.
Curve you circles counterclockwise.
Use your cipher to decipher, Coded Language, man made laws.
Climb waterfalls and trees, commune with nature, snakes and bees.
Let your children name themselves and claim themselves as the new day for today we are determined to be the channelers of these changing frequencies into songs, paintings, writings, dance, drama, photography, carpentry, crafts, love, and love.
There are moments when the pressure gets so tight, when the surface of the drum almost snaps, that I find my human skin suit so uncomfortable that I step out of it for a moment to see what a charade all of this is, and then I remember, hey lil' lady keep your dancing shoes handy and your teeth clean.
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