Oh in it she talks of just seeing cars “you know they all drive by, Merle, there’s people in them, I may be in the lineup, a car ahead of me has a dog in it, makes me smile, the dog’s shape in the in-between parts there of the seats ‘I thought that was a dog!’ I say, when it moves, happy animal, adapting to humans and their funny little car, see what’s happening there, right up front with everybody, poke through .. /ah life, our inner being, to poke through, have any part in this at all, humans running the show, we just try to hold down our jobs, hold down our food, when it’s all puky, try to live, /some of us fall, mental health problems, are stroked off work, or were never able to work, what is the crazy mind, what is the insightful mind, ah to not lose your job or your place in life, to not have neighbours look down on you, to not have whispers .. who are you, yeah, inside?
We none of us know, life goes by “hey eric make it so we still have money if we look inside?” “make it so if I go crazy with insightfulness, or not too crazy, but I can draw papers, as to my progress, as to my feel of things – I’m really seeing deep into the lumps of coal or earth or shit or whatever we all are, never have time for, just talk happy talk, if one person loses their happy talk, move on to the next one, and we never see anything .. ask nobody, if we can even think about it. Realize it to ponder, and bring up in conversation, talk about, before it’s too late, it’s always too late, I’ve seen a 1,000 people die
So at least I have this little life doing this here,
I’ve seen a few people die, seen my parents die, they wanted to say a little, yeah, a little.
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Make it so we feel safe and secure doing this, eric. “Well I can’t do anything that good, sorry.”
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We have colours, pencils, and our hearts, drawing, whining .. listen to you, as if it’s of some worth, the person, and whatever’s behind it “we get so involved with the person stuff” we live these lives, what is it, a lump in us a blur a stocking a bunched up sock dirt batter cake mix flour rice, any, you choose what are you besides you, your human body?
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What are you, floating or freak me out don’t say this much what are you in a strip bar sharing drugs between your table and the next
Don’t even know them
Or come along, anyone not on drugs, clarify .. if you float, somewhere near your body, nothing to do with any of this at all?
Or is it chi kung serious deep meditation, medical grade, when some can’t stand the first 5 minutes, /some take to it, for hours, gradually develop to that, see things.
Healing things.
And this long involved book, or quasi-book, spreads out of the computer on your fingers, runs .. “ah” Janey says “Merle you’re such a creep, say nothing to me .. or say a little .. we meet, to exchange papers .. two artists, of a sort, or tired artists, me younger in some graphic arts place already feeling the shallow stoners, get some exercise guys/ oh I tell them nothing, they just look at my tits, want some, wonder when I’m going to do a round for the boys, pigs, children, dangerous children, dangerous wastes of lives, 20 years go by, there minds filled with visions of tits and nothing else” “and Merle, sits there doesn’t know if he can even get it up anymore, if it’s shrunken even smaller, ah pour cold water over it or no pour hot water over it ack! Stop! We’re not crazy in this country, Canada, oh some of us are, there’s always a few crazies, murderers, and “nicer crazies” oh, express, and don’t cheat on a woman, like paint a painting of family life, then be fucking some 19 year old chickie poo in the ass, wanting her to suck it afterwards “this ain’t no porno!” so keep it in your pants, and meditate, does Merle, he’s paunchy, has a beard, has a career in art, pretty landscapes, with naked nymphs running through them, ha in ha and ha, many ha’s. And he’s just a creep, or a reformed creep, or never went too creepy, I don’t think, and cocks don’t get hard anymore, he’s not sure he even cares, meet with Janey, others, for these papers, All us failed humans.
Punctuatupin semtemces words book hsrd poker up your asss conceited holier thsn thou or just giving up, still; git some life in yiou, janey, 21, 22, or whstever it is, Merle, 50, 55, 45, whstever tyii shook it is, people shit out of lck, make my dasy, no no ones blowing sbyne else away witg guns, we come to this, befirte we’re dead, still git some life in us, to correct do this.
It really is a tired workd, I correct nothing it really is thst unspel;l;ed bsd. Does jsney how her tits/ show her titd, dues merle fuck young ladiesgurls? 2o5? 18?/ what 205? Leer, lick imn modern times wise women fresh yhoung no youre seeing an strange lille
And all humnuty.
Fundig this.
Siomeday.
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Medistion deep in and agreeig wioth it, we mayh not do it stricyly, people reading this, hiw the pure good feeling trasmsfers ti snsrky crappy this then yoi read this feel; iot undetneath therte somewhere, me a acceoprable pure higher bering after thousands og hours of meditatiomn that clicks with me it’s not just the time/, there you go, alive, eyes wreaky lock ipen to it all, no libbar, just clear, ni liaasigh hopeful smelling nah, get away from, me temptation to jerk off to porn, slam your hard eff work, meditation lov you some/ sit write.
Do a good life this way, yeah into world fgeel me intertwine with it this way, get tjhis to rthem
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