pray, pray away the night away, in exercise

So yeah who’s valuable shitty drawing ah “purposefully” after all is over, pray in your miserable life for someone else join in hope for the world miserable shitty hope dig in deal with that.

So I did some exercise tonight, wrote this down afterwards:

11:05 pm

Did some exercise, a session, took me just over 2 hours, so I prayed for Samantha and Mario, two people in cells, that came to me before the exercise, maybe they’re not in there for not too bad crimes, no murder no rape no child abuse, ah just getting through a few months in there, each in their successive cells, men’s section, women’s section, different places, but it’s still a long time, every day, to keep sharp, to even care

Two people that don’t even know each other, don’t even know me, except over the prayer waves

I tell you there’s no other reason for me to be doing exercise like that than to be praying for other people

Reach out, to strangers

Feel it

That they get through their day, and I get through my day

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/endf’ snippet/ 11:10 pm

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So writing over there yeah .. do I ever talk about janey anymore the art student trying to get papers together on this? oh she soldiers on, you know, real life drags on not much gets done she does her work for the graphics company, comes home .. yeah she still does her meditation in the morning, doesn’t talk about it much, joined a little group, does the same meditation, you just keep real private, it’s hard enough, without shitty interlopers criticizing you.

So that’s my day.

And Merle? The great artist? ah, he’s established. A fat cat. But he’s been through his hell years, was one of the lucky ones, made some cash .. so yeah he luxuriates, buys a gold charm for a gaudy bracelet, like crude chunky charms, lots of gold/ ah fuck you could get mugged watch it guy .. oh be alert in these days, but yeah he still cares about Janey tries to help, and it’s not a “squeezie your tits” thing, but each has their life busy in it, shitty life or not, depends on judgement, yeah Janey has less cash, but at least she does the meditation, becomes real silent about it, doesn’t go to many parties at night anymore, in fact goes to none.  She draws a little, papers, in to do with this book, expressing deep from in book, but she doesn’t show them much, isn’t ready, or doesn’t see it like that, maybe will never see it like that – life is really sad, you touch deep on something, but you don’t tell many people about it.