oh the meditation studios are very sweet/ the wood floors see the grain polish a varathane coating or whatever it is and each cushion is clean and bright and I feel clean and bright new year not far enough ever frightened and never tell fake don't let me say that, please hedge my bets, I haven't dug deep enough real hurt and did my own vomit not a movie to watch of some other experience, hard, for me, in my life
they have to be sweet
I should be too
oh shut up, eric
we kind of yeah "are not doing it in the meditation studio" I can't sell, talk my sweetest/ I am okay to that too, I can do that too/ where are we/ settle/ drink tea/ piss and moan/ shut up I said/ so get the whole yard of rabid dog or scent of library truth blend me
do it at home and write and communicate in pictures in videos in scattered in ever know "bring story scattered like drop from mind airplanes chip bags pill bottles wrapper plastic for turkeys gather garbage dump real change thoughts no attachment we are in there to audio my face show up too me all of me as life" "no way act as it" near you
can't really, you know?
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