meditation and songs and small itty-bitty drawings, and bread, and toast, and we all meet sad unpopular ways for greatness world better

it's a funny world

funny things look close spy

and this song from the internet

I hope it's okay to put it there

it's a beautiful song

for all of us in our sadness and amazement at dullness another day and something strikes us uplifts us

I hope for you too

meditation sagacious of keen and farsighted penetration none and always a leaf off tree tall sky

we ever invisible silver tree airy nothing there

all our hopes sky sit tea table defy life be kind beyond life we cannot say

to each other

we all love say not too easily

it is there kept special very far away
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have tea or a drink something warm hot chocolate winter sip say the day's dose of diseased news, we bandage play nurse and stay and this, if you ever could/ ever newspaper of this uninvented page after page media not since the beginning of book or anything

waiting

to each other

patient

we meet again

we need a meditation kind of awful and good, kind of the whole story

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?

we all wrap an arm around someone in a headlock, that someone is us, tired of us, love us, sit with, no headlock

we all, as new years dawn, or meditation beyond the physical dimension, ever some of that, in the silly things we say

it's all like that, overly complicated

peer in close
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ever get that much across, two words out of a 144 or lines drawings to my face

my mind
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we ever have a station, a measuring station, for more to my life, than my lifespan
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I ever say some weird weird stuff

you like
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ever mystery not located in our faces or words
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help me any equipment computers sigh pencil paper drawings crude fast wrinkled paper wet dry get out of shower dry off get dressed meet friend for coffee, ever a "station" "there" "we can just whip up" "step into this dimension"

I think, with words from meditation ../ there are no words from meditation

we all, you know, just collapse, on a sidewalk outside our house, pray, bang imprints into sheet metal on the concrete for jewelry ../ really seriously, hang something around your neck, has a rugged appearance - I have no words

no place - I stand - say this

a comfort this place small

you kind of pray "but I'm just fooling at praying" seriously, a hammer, an old rock, maybe some copper, some sheet copper a small square, I don't know 20 gauge? the thickness of the metal? to solder, to manipulate - but my language? as far as meditation goes? you got me there, passing-by-citizen - we recede have dimples in metal, a solder spot, a joined, a folded

words like these

on my pendant

in air

in error/ an ever ether cheap thin an invisible scaling by like stock market tape of an infant crying, cassette outmoded ancient, you didn't catch it in my mind

you did

we all confident face don't say it

flicker of look inside behind doors you want to ask questions a lot of questions

another day past, you don't do it
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I feel you, it was okay to meet

abstract
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ever cleared up or leave just as is smiled at

we love
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in why the way world works

we all try the lock, in space, right where we are, earth, what we say

ever say something weird, on the way to work, on the way to school, older, a little walk - you try not to

space and time

ever hijinks ever alter it seems to flow grey or flows over me I float sink I don't know

you shut up there really is nothing left smart mouth kids on the bus didn't have it sophisticated poets in song didn't have it

oh/ where then, the grey screen "next to you" little particles, to the right side, some small bits to the left side, spares, as you talk "odd end of line" through clear space to other person, these helpers on the side/ ever reality didn't figure fair ticket enough offer enough, get in pay ticket drive be wee people timid had no clear amount augment it be okay not embarrassed human to have any help in just talking, relating, being, presence, human footoprunt on earth - this/ and giggle seltzer word soft pet walk along