it's hail blue we sad pee poo just a very tough life with ablutions fancy words nothing - I sympathize with you people and me too ahga all the same face one being one drawing limp paper scratch dawnout pool experience tenure at drawing linesiotchip this way to teaching calm meditation upstanding missing poodle rotty lines pencil ink coloured pencil cheap office supplies enough i have enough me and you makeshift scribble from sky acquiring basis here all of us same lineup for circus ride our minds on crackers not crack soup and crackers i'm boring come live with me that's all it is

We have odd drawing gathering steam or knows little pieces gathering organization balance for whole piece of paper strange fun fine not so fine passable line excrete ahg don’t be gross ah try to present embarrassing face mind me inside unknown scared at my age any age scared to show your sweetee this scared to anyone this, it’s not you in this world not arrived composite being, true being, strange 10 inch high silver white prayer being little girl breasts smoothed over vagina smoothed over, wise ancient looks 14 smiles gently says nothing produced from these papers sit push one across say nothing, can’t say her, can’t say nothing, from meditation, life, pain/ details .. sit a spell .. hey you .. say nothing .. live here with me, years, say nothing .. it’s okay .. say from across the way, a book, these papers a very unusual altered book, not a book, with us/ ain’t no one we have scribble out lines addendums adsirp slurp drink hot summer day be young in projected chi kung meditation energy/ smiles energy, fruitful warm other human being to you and me/ pat down pay for it?/ it is our with you who’s that our inner worth? Finally yes our true worth live/ but this is ours we each of us on this dawn drawing yawning.

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So here’s a little/ a little hints and after that a little more

I me comfy here, more and more I’m knowing this/

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Notes for the drawing:

Grey distances above a topping of almost making sense

Certificate oh the number .. graduation, from my mind gone, senile

If I can

It’s been back there a long while

What my extra mind my true mind what not of this planet to the edge of the universe go go .. find your way strange vines trees to begin with overgrown but I seem to see some path, magically, or full force little known not there other world other feelings humans aren’t supposed to have

I have them here now

thankyou

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Oh life pushing put a little paper before us touch it prepare to dive in “ha, not really” ah come through my fingers my mind writing talking, maybe mumbling to myself here alone as we all are, taking a little time “as if our inside is valuable” “to anyone” what inside, ah, if I could ever make a clearing, clear it all aside, tangles, see what’s there, not pose, obfuscate, hide, not even know I’m hiding DON’T HAVE ANYTHING FOR THERE, DON’T KNOW WHAT’S THERE ..

Oh design me my hidden alien no grey hblighead fsce lips.. fsrther .. go to edge of universe .. mno mstter bidies legs arm fur me hey weerdi meditator you feel it over 14 15 nmisspelled some spelled correctly yesrs, for earth correctly og, take a chance bucko sicko nice more do it all your life you scant kniw any life lazu job or hsrdest jib of all, see us inside nothing there for cranky sheepish lay low don’t stand out in the bar in the grocery store anywhere no way to draw this present this be shy have a gallery, forum, anywhere “don’t know how to do the whole thing” sorry.

A little, coming together hummin look over buzzing bee electric in the air chance our fycking lost insude each of us

So here’s some weritig from earlier in the dauy, / like my tiny misspellings “tiny somethigs nit right I dont show you it all none of us show you it all”offline, just done, oh, some was in beginning if “msgnifucation” which ios furst opsrt of meditation, a serious chi kung, medical grade, some of it is torture all our insides aint pretty no siree/ I do, you stsnd there, in the pose, srms sround a big “beach ball” “visializxe it’ it spins, energy, from through talking to each other is nice close repartee with the sky if you can ever get styep one/ the taiji cord, through it, the “S” line in yin-yang symbol/ not from here/ you there boy “not from here?”almost collapse youy wince and yelp yeash in this pose ball spinning almost killing you/ hang on surve its wishful tank up good energy/ oksy niw go sway move .. in the rioom little  room little speace recroom small sunriban home

So I write here like every day man groovy no popapott nope n o meth nio smacklerel what you gonns fish for easy stonp hit me again no stomp I try the hartd way years boredom what the fis this finally vomes together/ here’s some I guve some, it’s 6:30 pm here niw, lster in the da, this is whst I do with my life.

thanksFor you. reader dear reader wee allow this contact slow funny who is this strange guy/ alternate life no never available in life

you got the handle eric

you got it now

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Monday, March 24, 2014  11:45 am

Really, this book is about tangles.  Tangles of underbrush, like say an old house out in the country, abandoned for a while, the backyard has all the trees encroaching, weren’t trimmed down, oh they grow, and vines grow .. how do you approach it, not be scared, not just leave it for the next guy?

In your own mind.

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Ah each of us carry on with life, we may be cheerful, on the surface.

What is it in there, is it a project to be tackled, or will you leave it well enough alone? – you still function, don’t you?  Yes, for a while.  And what is life’s true meaning?  Is it in there, in the tangles?  Do you cut a path, just to get to something further, or do you calm it all down, even it all out, thin it out, make it attractive or liveable?  Our own minds.  What they look like, sound like, eech cacawk loboll, gubberush, brief beauytyaw, ivergruwen, the tangles of little words the trees opushing through the noones the 12 o’clocks the nucleasr the handyyipicraft the btances dead alive / spell it better or show me there’s emough tbooks that don’t show me at all/broken snap off easily, your mind it is elevated then machine breakctric momemtous, sad world organized machine, I vested cry intertest on dollars the drip drops of ice a carpet paper of a dollar bullin my backyard a tongue sttasched to it at itd base and wagging willop, here I talk weave reeds my best as thart poor art piece tebbl temp1 secretary my mind sits outside my mind it is me typing the letters ogf in side ther foot0 foot zero let go there bye bye 3 foot bitsll made of astrom,anhopeturf colored with spray pasont a bog latex swamp tongie melliofluous convince inflated and rippling and torn in the wind/ let ot go, is there other times go the was veer away was you in there oopportunity?

We can bsrely do it./ the new opportunity see torn up ripped up old house swayiongh swavver swab creaky grey brown

Trees vines

here

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3:20 pm

So I did a 3+3, plus I did the 1 hour 16 minutes magnification, so a total of 3 hours 56 minutes.  A long time.  But in the “+1” abdomen locked up, solidly, it was very frustrating, my human was very conceited “wanted it NOW!” “all of it NOW!” didn’t see why it should wait, it wanted the good feeling, right away! that it was used to! if it couldn’t have it, it would get it, it would conquer you, take it from you!  Hmm, so it is, but that’s not how it works in meditation, but I can certainly see the human “mood” like that, all over the world.

No, in meditation, you sit, you gradually come face to face with that you must sit wait be patient, see a more pleasant attitude, for real, you cannot possibly sit through this with a rotten attitude.

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So it wears it in/ “like lots of bad little boys” and “bad little girls” do not learn in life.

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You learn.

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/endf’ snippet/ 3:30 pm