I think we all have more, not a get-money-more, just something about us, someone would spend time with

we all have odd pictures are not likable enough, pressure to try harder, raise them up sell them way harder, nah, come with mere low mess in eyes in distant in me outer space

now

yellow post-it note, crappy expense, study each other, words said, meditation strong, even to friends of meditation, small words, take home, to meditation session

the m-stree-monks/ what are we those everyday wish for chaste and caring life never had much of a stop story pause go out into the filth

oh life is damned go along straight curve road brain okay

the pleasure, sit with each other, know a little better

drawings, finger near grey screen, for finger near to just computer monitor, follow words along screen, talk from behind camera, for world we never had .. or do at home .. too scared to do that in the open - don't have a method
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we all help out meditators - back in their homes, quiet - we do grey screen documentation - try a page - be brave - add up our "skin' of this - send it back into the database - a meditator might read it, shy

we are all friends of meditators

at this time
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seek pure ones, of the filth, and their quiet silly mind

if ours to share some sad sleep filth clean okay moderate very withdrawn hop on hope of world trains of spot thought somewhere here

in what say no say

no picture inner mind not earth fold over sort out while on earth ever

to give