it's haggard trolling along bag of pieces falling off, legs binded hemp dirty hemp leaves no marijuana just rotary ropes farm boy city nothing

5:50 pm

Ah we all .. out there .. run into .. oh we don’t feel too good .. clash with someone they just so happen not feel so good, or almost clash, or is averted, or started, almost started .. people .. we all in big shopping centres, march maneuver like carts in department stores don’t acknowledge another face you just stand there, no this wasn’t it, but ultra-every travels, so please don’t think my writing about meditation is super indicative of super calm.

It isn’t.

With some people it is, all these great methods deep into meditation area where things work out.

They don’t always work out.

Sorry.

In reality.

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Oh, you go there a little.  With this.

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But society’s mind, nibbling chattering cubicles on a face opening oozing slap it, it splatters on the wall, produces more your hand just slid off all the slipperiness, doesn’t even hurt it, you threw your hand out, it laughs, society taints all goodness./ there’s a good depressing note on December 30^th, ha we all smile crackcheeseippe, we all sip relate cheapeasy, the latest “thing wiggit you can’t stand wing it go through as best jitters provide” “stand it” stand up poke through soil bloom, wilt walk away old flower we all turn out to be are – we thought we were cheerful with absolutelcreepy yeak kiss everyone – we don’t we aren’t.

Just get used, just get chosen what is the diff dolit to it.

Turn out song weeber couch sit sag stay withBut it is indeed pleasurable when society helps your good time meditation solid reliable you there don’t hurt me-ness./ I won’t no me of us half this type do see we ah get the partially are working on cheerful answers to society’s complex questions that hold up weather the storm

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Paintings like to see my eyes poke around in them

Great god better suggestion than my life, anyone’s life – buy a painting, even metaphorically, ah buy yourself walking up there in the wall a pocket carved out in the wall back there

Someone somewhere a person have a calm reassuring face and answers

Don’t dare say that to me

I’d slap you down quick, you fake, /Anyone would say in our dare to slump world

Collaborate on apathy drag up to the table have a tea with me

please

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Ah to even be one that can survive be weird be expressive part artist with oink fake fur galoshed mud whopimdripping weirdreadjellfiducking weeyrd spell just enough off now get back to street driving straight hug me dependable boy don’t let him in her he is really bad news he updates every day/ erk?/ in they take it, right from ihim/ whizbang keyboard fingers, people need to see me, no one I appear toss right salad as, no one anyone yin-yang yonder appears as, balance, we don’t say, the inner imbalance so/ “but he sells paintings fur a million tossed flock goo dollars” you mean? but anyone i say anyone carry some say it through, lost word chute lush hype of plain say the things none of us sazy that can’t be said, crazy say and don’t be weird

Just be comforting take a bold leap and be comtorting, comforting, contorting in your slam bad oh comforting try just finger softly in air calming

Say any impossible conductor ice age garage to now peep drive home any of this, to where, each of us looking, ironic in our slander of love, each of us looking, for love

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Ah we look for someone shift words come out mouth be driving words

Shift lever

Brakes

Be driving words

I try in big books I lay thread around world thin thread can't walk find it see it

It’s funny you look at this oh get your bearings “weird art” “can’t sell” “don’t want to sniff that stinkiness” “I guess what people have inside” “we say we’re all used to it by now” but we’re not .. ah, look at this, carry a gun, come close to my art, carry a gun no, ha ha, not so funny, but we just feel “unsafe” a world needs to look at things “I don’t wanna look at your other than human inhuman inside weirdo fucking weirdo I do really, I’m tired, it’s been a hard day.  Peep at this, jaw set to the wrong side.  Okay.  Brave.  Windshield wipers over eyes.  Okay.

The meaning of small talk is appearing to be honest at it.

Okay.

Not so bad, weird symbols, weird misspellings .. I grind my jaw in free space open like an elephant, look at this.  It just seems a crowd is talking, like talking more than smooth perfectly spelled sentences, I know you want to look like that, almost grab someone/ tell me the truth, or mess it up abstract painting you talk like that fucker/ ah I’m sad can you see me crying, scratched here in wall of National Gallery come look patron.

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Ah so well look at this

We’re all sort of in life see a big book streets stretching as far as peripheral vision straighton vision woman walking, boy walking, winter coats dust snow drapes from sky

What?

Push car through them, under them.

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So here’s a little writing from today, yeah, earlier, offline.

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8:05 pm

Humans are professionals at say they don’t need this, they look at me with curiosity “want to help me” “I want to help them too” they desperately need help but are very professional about saying they don’t

They appear to be ahead of me but I am hallway ahead of them, it hovers hallway just above just to the side in the air not defined they look at me solid don’t think much of me but I float, they sometimes see

If I can ever do it in life

I do it here in writi8g fur now

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/endf’ snippet/ 8:10 pm

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Mistakes yeah leave in there so here I’m halfway online offline ah can’t write directly on the blog, feels funny I go to another file, transfer it oh none of us talk directly in life can’t even talk

I do okay, I hold a conversation

Ah would rather not insert all my book learning or writing meditation plans no plans to talk as this in l;ife

Whoops you made a spelling mistake there, Eric

Yeah I always do

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Ever say the impossible to say get your location in the hologram projected bodies by a creature we used to call it God don’t want to call it now, how to even survive that, meditate for hours and hours to break through ego and head and hands and toes, just float or make a prayer being, spirit being, this is serious stuff, been at it 15 years now, and a strange life before that – but exit – come back, make your way through – humans don’t know what to do – belief, ah cat scrabble, they cheat, has ha, I saw its paw move! But seriously

Nom,, there’s no serious;t

To do anything

I don't know willywhoopee small drawings lines mind

Oh this drawing notice some of it is printed out letters such a boon computers and fonts and all straight or they can be oh our crooked little minds or my mind is more like this thank you

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So also, here’s a little bit from earlier today.

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5:45 pm

It’s a very strange world, so many people in the news in websites have a photo have a artwork have a heart “someone look” I guess we have something on display a tunnel through us not a missile hole violent just if you could lead someone through never can

I so much enjoy peoples artwork though, all the stuff, all the things, but I am also so glad I do meditation

Hardcore, disciplined, go places

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In that hole or laundry chute or benches along the way

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/endf’ snippet/ 5:50 pm

the ability .. hi you .. sit down .. don't have much to say .. she still accepts you

11:40 am

If you do a little drawing “The ability say nonesome” hand letter it clumsy endearing clumsy nothing say nothing underline “nonesome” in red clumsy close eyes not straight “oh” /“feel it” /and above, the two words separated “none some” scratchy touch me my brain in thin lines just a bit not too much thin line and espers/testpers/v vspours cvhamges possibilities fly be something wrong-spelled upon me my mind missing conscrewuoosness a milliomnwriters writing for the new conscious veelness real tarpanier is that a wrong spelled bicycle carrier from old stay the same we all do how you look at me consciousness

Sit with another pile person in cells mini prison apartments nice shape, push the paper forward, as an investment

oh the limits of font type curls kerns hairdo shaved beanshaved letters express intently

We all try ah see a page we type out things oh miss a gujkey fudge up it yoes out two of a letter or a wrong one a right ine

We go in years of meditation transferred to this firm hold on nothing jelly, walking in jelly years earthquake holds years outside of this dimension/ little thing said – do you know that there’s a glowing being there? right in front of me? I can shape her/him with words/ apart from the font, usual human/ go small handwritten go/ goals/Our reality of circles ground, come around

Our reality

space / painting drawing pant pant dog sitting there looking at you, you just ran down the trail a bit, of life, cliche, barbed wire .. can't say anything, look at him, don't want to say anything, look at sky, look at nothing, want to say something whirl be in pain calm down a second later, have nothing, good, I never had anything, other place, keeps hinting, I could make a messy drawing be strangely calm add it to my words present me an adult for higher level not there not ever there, all accoutremonts of life, everything, stry strive rtry skyeets housese grumbling tvs everything / .. / .. _ there's so much shit fuck poopie-face scar-tan-blop write me a love note, world is you, this way

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Ah as if stand at someone’s door “I have all kinds of little words I cut strips out from a great book no not a hard copy I chose a spot off my computer I printed it out and cut them out oh will you please just let me in I glue-sticked the back of them then pulled apart strips glued them down on patterns I coloured down first I wanted order but I wanted to work with it, pull it apart, but not hurt it, pull a book apart that was meant for that, go farther, than any one man or woman could.”

Okay then.

But to get loneliness but sharp mind better mind of every individual but get out there do things we make the crummy world we have combined effort some things good but an underlying sense “our book writer type” “combined together,” could do much better.

A start

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So my name’s Eric

Work on this

I have the book

Suitable

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Ah where you going today, what do you have time for, revamp, when entire life is chugging forward and you can’t stop it, not to blow it up or anything, but adjust it, not even that, as if a better job would do it, a better salary, not even that, a better girlfriend, what situation are you in, a better wife, a better husband, a better dog, a better utensil set – nothing! – m NITHIG! I want something

So bad

I get conned cooked loved some form of it, I caml;t tell anybody this all this

This painting drawing oh look up from keyboard look up from life streets not even see spelling here just then get my drift all my equip,entg technology parts labour history sky but see screen .. natural up there, papers thisd nook this messorganic, messy

A different higher sum kindlevel

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I just need something some nut to put it together and I’ll do the rest or some of it I want to work on t5his wityh people

Nuts and ugly/ I dint meam them .. or anything .. I hsve tio sdtamd up fur thuis a crestion not terrorism for stopping the world or guns or slit your throat or scream at you or spit in your soup at restaurant

None of that

Please

A kindness bits and ugly bits spelling so bad occasionally is that artistic or are you just stupid I’m just stupid, and capable

ah, it's just something to do, c'mon

Ah what do you do I mean aliens all around us – oh sure eric – but the laying it on thick, governments having to come out of hiding at one point, ah we won’t talk about that, but little aliens pointing a finger making a joke

I think they will really

It’s all peaceful

Some people make up things, there’s efforts at deception “we want to make the aliens out to be bad” “to fear them” they really don’t know what we mean .. all is love, or blankness, just sedate, at peace

Zipping all over the place

At high speed

Oh yeah

Oh things to get used to, their ways

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Um, eric, you been taking your pills

Ee hysh ha .. oh we all

Have no room for anything but us

But what is deep in us

What is us

You can barely feel the blur, something more

/no one talks of it “I feel funny, a feeling in my gut, can I put words to it?” “no, I won’t let you” “I can’t even speak, it would be fucking weird jarring torn apart paper torn apart and I’m supposed to read it.”/ supposed to look it a page in my hand or a page in my gut a being in there hold it its eyes buggy shocked scared read what I have to say

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Define it.  Get some little pieces to it.  To see it.  To even begin to see it. / a thousand people take a page whap it with their hand, rub it on their bum jeans on please, stare at it give it the wiggly eye, draw do sketches cut out things paste down, sign it “I want to help” “I want to help with Eric Sewrey’s book” “he’s got something here”/ well no / okay ../So yeah the following drawings, ah just an example “how a reader helps me out” “not particularly 12 years old, maybe an adult, ah what age, people are really into anything, kids grow up, ruined, seen too much, hell, even the news each day/ get scatter-sacred-start begin scared can’t pick up a pencil anything don’t know what to do/,/ someone tell the truth, who will tell the big truth/ furtively stare at cellphones get new messages in “from friends” who knows anybody “the image of human” ‘fit in” not sure you should, or can,, just fit in, nothing else developed, no one with the crazy lay down while walking talking sleep 40 years where were you did you leave explain/ guts to do it, the time, the mental illness, the smarts, the chi kung meditation, deep serious meditation, disciplined .. hard work, to see, not a joke “as humans insist they are all there is” “and we have found nothing in outer space” “see nothing”

“nothing is happening”

It’s hard, to even suggest anything else, I don’t hold it against them, the people in power that have evidence, it’s pretty scary, the induced panic, your heart just leap, it’s worse than a fire, worse than a missile go off, it may be peaceful,/ they are peaceful, past the lies we put out/ people go to great lengths, even produce ships, facsimiles of the aliens “abduct people” “to do cruelties to them” “scare them” “so they can spread the word” “yes the propaganda machine is working like that” when visitations have been done, peaceful, warm, can you distinguish ../ but your heart can’t stand it, we were brought up on us, only us/ we don’t want to know, get there don’t want to know please feather it in please have a go-between

Make it fun

Make it lighthearted

Please we need that

Make it weird but reel us in on just be nice

Fuck, just be nice

It’s a terrible world, be nice like an alien

In my heart be so different from all our faces

Ah we have little thoughts like that we all know we are nice inside somewhere there, oh there are some pretty bad types, but if we could only reach, straightforward love

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So you stare, even someone risk reveal it all say the weird swivel fulcrum go into totally the other area/ oh tap my book steal it from me as people have to just oh get it in peaceable portions easy to eat/ think of/ never have a friend say it directly to their face, no one that brave/ only a few, good spirits, cheerful, safe/talk to you about it, you stare at them

“You’re weird don’t say any of this please now

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So yeah it’s all pretty weird oh these scorched together pages scratched scrabbled what you say “but young spirit” “that’s all it is” “the youth of aliens, oh knowing anything about this” “comparable to youth of earth” or anyone 16, 17, or 14, or someone SOMEONE with any spirit glowing they want to help they haven’t been kicked in the head kicked over and over in the gut “just shut up with your innocent shit!” “learn about life” “and be sad”

Sadness for all of us

It takes a long long time to meditate out of it

Feel these things I do .. oh I’m not about to insult me, give everything, it takes years, can the layman reader or laywoman reader understand it, that’s the point – who has the time 9to5 jobs kids families “the human way, the 2 arms 2 legs human I see you” anything else would be too fucking weird, they may have 2 arms 2 legs oh but look pretty strange you realize looking at them your heart sinks ah on earth “we want nothing else” “we are occupied” who can meditate 12 years 15 years, like I have, a serious hardcore type, get proper instruction, then you’re on your own, go into it, face the pain, some sessions, /some are excellent, couldn’t be better, /others you are burning away the ego of the human, it hurts “you insist everything be the same all the time”

You insist

So don’t be too hard on our governments and our military and our spy agencies, /inside yourself wow you don’t want to fucking hear about any aliens or God or creatures out there other dimensions, you’re spoon fed doctored photos of the universe, things removed, and I can tell you, I want it that way in me, I have nothing but love for the governments and spy agencies and military, in me I have met me, and I want nothing fucking to do with any of this I am talking about!

Oops.

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It takes years and years to wear it into yourself.

So don’t blame anyone.

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They are simply doing what comes natural we humans are locked solid automatic pilot no room for anybody else any other entity, we like “God” to be distant, never found.

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God, aliens, other dimensions, work on it, see it in meditation

no

dots, like leaves, on tree, of pencil

10:55 pm

So I put another post on the blog “i money earth” quite a long one, I just wrote it from scratch, I had 8 drawings, one from yesterday? Yes I think, the rest from today, one or two involved, but the rest quicker, a sort of show of “little lines that help me” when I can’t speak, oh, push forward a paper, a line, across the page, arcing, staggered, sharp in corner, step – I don’t know, assorted, circles on it, dots, a bit of blue colour, oh, to fill in time, I can’t say anything, can’t say anything at all.

Oh for any of us

Stuck out there, or unable to stem the flow “I’ll just be a typical human, go on with it, don’t you know, even though I know I’m not much a part of it, I keep going, fit in this body, with a mind that wants to say something else, but can’t, and a lot of problems stem from that, I have no voice for me, what I really am, whatever that is.  It’s strange to have a warm hum, like a grey area, a little pencil shading, an oval or almost circular outline around it, shading touching the edges, I guess, or a little over, or close enough, a little pebbled texture to the shading, like you put the paper on a piece of sidewalk, rubbed over it to get an impression

Ah we none of us know what to say

On us

What’s in us a million years our stories going beyond limits of strict aging, strict baby born

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/endf’ snippet/ 11:10 pm

ah the years .. pass by .. signature on each day .. different

Oh the writing handwriting printing scrawl “my day” a bit more time to live

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Tilt in how I talk, the words float to in front of my face, adjust like seeking a comfortable spot just hover I tell you I let you know in little words like this, /read out, say, give you this paper too.  Weird.  Meditation.  Weird./ so many years, and weird life too, a bit off-kelter not the same criticized or let go “he’s not like us” “but he’s an interesting guy” sure

Never meant anybody any harm, sure/ difficult years, figure out what to say, wild youth, stupid youth, make statement, fuck it all, well ahead of time, nowhere to go, in writing art expression, dead, the life killed so sit world continents shift sigh .. rise up skungekun, sh skrtch wthout ehite poder geometric hiddenstripes jail stropes joke, no joke, do stupid thing or money second give me a second time top for any human being of flesh greed famine starving mind for any solution just exit and cringe and go into fetal position nothing celebrities world nothing .. write about it, little scratches, like having a place in a yard of dirt, little scrtches

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We all is going to tell someone something sit in a place human presence nah I just guide how “I’m supposed to talk” no time to think of anything else, no presence

I can’t grab back, can’t tell the person I’m sitting with “I need to grab back in me” /touch my face circle in air “this is not me, not the best one, or not a sicko, I’m just a regular guy, regular human being, aware now, of more, I’ve done 15 years of meditation, sometimes 4, 5 hours a day, more, ah fuck it” /I’m not in the place, cafe, bar, I’m not with any person at all

None of us are

For this

What would you think if I told you this is being tapped by police well a huge book offline is or attached to internet, I had a breakdown some things were happening ah I was still exercising going to the park, but things death in family, a peculiar girlfriend, things, pile up, life’s purpose odd fine lines or stop and go to hell sit gel 20 30 years found these lines writing a bit of scrungy art, our insides meditation, flourish, but I thought I was talking to a young girl I met, through my book being tapped by a stripper girl, her porno page computer expert friends, oh, long story .. as it is .. but police were piggybacking, had been for a while .. it was peculiar I wasn’t publishing it to the internet, it was being taken, but this young girl teenager and her friends were reading it and they also had a tracker in my car and would follow me to the park, stand around and stare at me/ oh people .. a few people .. I wasn’t well in some ways but writing this book “in a well person” comfortable safe .. well .. hmm .. a bit deluded .. or “save the word book” but some of the things I said, not violent or threatening just to do with paper and things, but soon I had the cops, following, or talking into wrists .. it’s not too pleasant .. had an anxiety attack at one point .. oh a slow-brew nervous breakdown then an anxiety attack

Oh keep going

We all do, outlandish stories grasp, shower each day scrub your asshole

You asshole

Oh I’m just laughing here at myself

We all just about die it’s a common way to live walk along oldster struggle the oblonggait wiggle draw pencils strapped to shoes draw on roads fool me up to chasten love .. way to walk to the sun enjoy your summer

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Ah do any of us ever say it .. locate ourselves .. what are we, in flesh? ah, the edge of the universe, it looks to be “something there” “conjures up matter” “out of nothing” our senses seem to say that, that’s what we see, or don’t see, can’t see no more

Ha, just walk in a big field, find a big park, no one around much in the daytime.

Find a spot off hours all the government workers in their offices they sometimes use the parking lot or when it’s free or big mess they charge someone just going for a walk for a half an hour 6 dollars so yeah .. but still beauty of park .. there’s a second park farther back you can park there for free then walk over to the expensive park find the field I’m talking about just rough they don’t even mow it anymore sometimes, in the summer leave it, it’s sad

Like for our minds never find anything there anytime wait they mow it once a year too much to think about walk the universe you mental illness girls love settle down too old to settle down settle up/ add up things, saddle up ride meditation sessions walk bare feet sore cut

No not literally but sure feels like it sometimes/ ah you got athlete’s foot? No ha hoa/ anyways fucking meditation just about kills you, you have some good sessions well soldier through the shitty ones teach you something suck your ego away

You need it

Ah comfort chocolate caramel bars you know how it goes

We face our pain we seldom face our pain, big acceleration in understanding the univerzee see classroom and life

No/ yes a little just whap your hand huffoff handly here slightkey iowly brush short elbow t-shirt I mean oop on one srmresdt hrnoeck krybisrd/ okat that was “armrest henpeck keyboard” phew made it through

Thsts me

Fur amswers all this, pictures, blossom batcrazyyoum florid complexionoda eergkasdes yohoo odd no im uop in Canada but it happens beruehere slow diwn mental casrese oky niw eberyine has some bad spots.  No swamps, alligators sit on wooden porch shotgun near rifle shoot gator in the head pop him right spot been watching too many disturbing reality shows no not lately I got my own in me I guess

We all do what to do

Seek higher levels

Dirty way

Only way there is, for true

Dirty scmmy duesmt seem, like higher in any what way

Just slight touches remind us smart dusdistilled what shoov it means despite dirty cindufesed /condo-fusedsefcen

ha spell some most right in my straight line straight ahead life we got it all in play do we you’re kidding right/ show me any I stop at a word “okay it might be this” okay this other life I can’t even think of as a human

I could take years remind myself through meditation open up another world

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Ah you know all of us our construction .. flesh and blood .. it’s odd a little meditation well a lot and a mind not much suited to reality, ha there you go – but find things

But you know these creatures or one being just wants us to talk it to each other

Ha

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Sit there even not be red-faced and stupid

Even begin on this

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Even know where to start, flail, half reality, half in your head, with a friend, flail “your usual inside” like a rubber pocket, attached to the outside, but there’s more

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You can’t tell them .. you draw a blank .. you literally start to panic, not of this world anymore, you’ve pushed yourself there, with this fucking shit, stop it

or

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Yeah you have lines fast draw them down or tell a story have lots of pages, some take more time than others/ _  .. can’t say a damn thing, can sell the pages though, don’t fool yourself, I’m no better than you are at this ../ unlock this, / after all I’ve been through see it as useful and calm down order it up, other worlds not crazy but you can slip into coloured pencil.l slop spuit poop no crazy/ so worrusimne, embsrass myself/ like here/ ah we all sketch no skill some skill push the paper towards you “wanna buy it, I am a substantial human being somewhere in me.  See it in this.” not have the backup, no one does, most I can do is be an artist show the way to me that none of them ever do there’s nothing in them in any of us art is our emotion face slip into body each morning, art, image, feel like something back in there, plate glass shimmering of beige dots, nothing behind I guess.  I hint of it.  I’ve found it.//

kasbce tio csrry it through to whst it really is/ what was that word there? “kazl-bee?” casual be calm at this, find any in lousy spot in meditation lousy spots through my 100,000 page book, massive worldwide meditation fill in with sketches, talk, you can’t do/ ah socialize on you can’t do/ a little ../ take years of meditation into a public setting

nope

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Ah to have a little space in public pressure “of perform like a human”

Have a little space

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Ah come with me reads book pop in on spots all through it not be too pissed off at it arcane unreadable “ah so are our fucking insides” or what’s there can’t even use beyond the little rubber pocket stuck to the outside/ ah I’m kind/ I really know you/ the embarrassing parts crazy mixed up behind “capable upstanding person” you show, or something near that, we all have no life for it, world is tumbling down getting crushed based on “we do get up each morning, fit into our body” try to love, try to stay sane, but feel we aren’t let in on the whole thing

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So slowly here stupid work stupid hard work many years for us down the road, work as needed, you didn’t think it would be easy did you? I do the interminable hours boring sweating facing myself inside, you can too, or not

Ah where do we go little sketches of a totally ununderstandable book ununderstandable like insides of us share one being, with 7 billion reiterations 8 billion, more, how do we hang on, not let in on it all?

Say a little more, handle offshoots like this, with 100,000 other pages under our belt, handle it, people not seen it before at all, people seen it, handle it all, 4 hours of meditation in the morning, my creepy mind, or incapable mind, fully, I tell you, couldn’t handle one ounce of this, just like you – I’m with you, baby, I am.

I’m failing too I look at this “fucking shit I’m not diving into that fucking shit, no way”

Me

You

Inside

Carry it with us

A bit picked apart in these pages

We need it

For a better-working world

Ah come with me I have the ugliest face or down in me black beaten soot gravel kick through walk your way to work – on this

We all have an ugly million person ancestors dinosaurs in us

We really aren’t going to get anywhere with it at all, are we/ live put things in your toaster pop up butter margarine whatever eat coffee cigarettes or yoga health all in the same bind surface life fit in body, no beige dots on plate glass deep in us to smash through, or push through, water lilies on air

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Yeah away from the way it is even have a companion doesn’t irritate you or just be by yourself the air doesn’t irritate you the climate doesn’t irritate you

Pretty

You know? after all the fucking dirty stuff .. and no I don’t say “fuck” hardly at all in life, only once every 3 years hit my finger with a hammer or something, so there you go

But our insides, honesty, with God, or other names, across the world, in you, in meditation, don’t need no baggage, it’s still “God” I just need a friend in it, I call it the “eotu” edge of the universe, but it’s right here with me,/ oh you go to the edge of the universe in meditation look there there’s nothing human with you, a lot in meditation as it comes closer the eotu joins with your life, there’s nothing human around, well, you’re tethered, you remember, but you leave for a while, rest/ smersh, or Frank or Lisa, or anything/ through 12 years of meditation, 14, 15, steady, but literally thousands of hours, and all the writing, and all the living, so there/ I’ve earned it, it’s no quick decision/, just here at last walk here walk off the steam with all the anger wait around ah emergency taken into thousands of hours of meditation day after day

/ I called it God then other names the eotu a little go back to God then to the eotu/ many thousands of thoughts in between and no thoughts, empty, just rest, alive, awake,. Feel like an angel, no problems, achieve bliss pluntyplop, no argument be regular what yes be calm and not stuck up move no fake no flounder wipe do the work/ oh it takes a long time I’m not just living no criticism of anybody but you’ve got to understand this has taken a long long liopp;cercoo like liposuction on the soul cake cookies pamper no work time

For man and woman and everything