happy morsel extra story

ever on a scrawled piece of paper, give me, talk a bit about it, languid worldwide not a lot

man walks in water and soup bar, not fancy, apocalyptic we have a little

sit with drawings all the time in the world tell me a little about yourself do you have internet connection for what then, meagre internet, soup and water internet full bowl of subsistence

some I see-some-mess, I'll sit with, straight white room, beige no furniture, soup bar, all is in the drawing, lady suits up sits with him, talks about it trail on/ drawings and plain clothes no makeup no wash a bit very plain, and drawings, show me you

she has her own too

what a world pare it down, Sgemizzle and Torphinein they talk a little no more surface pounding to be the one, they haver no forget money so much actually still hold but hold you deal in you really embarrassed value you an inside now

dreams of meet you

Sgemizzle the woman she sits with Torphinein the man and tries to begin all the world has series of begin, show me suck success away poison accessories feel better berth of hospital all our own if you try to show the inside

Sge asks Torph for slight more

Sgemizzle sits with Torphinein and they make loose bowels no don't be rude shifgger figure out our when slow love on drawings touch me old man of still young in limbs move but concentrate on this then in roads stacked with flowerpots of faces draw me how you really feel stumble with your words about your good drawing now

world now and then knows any what it is .. ID fill out forms licence drive you roads of extra map never get to I thought I'd have death and never anything else never this tonal described .. curtains over drawing window

later on in meditation, and book, and a book augments human life

we all never see awkward shape form, make material embroider thought sew a something else, thoughts, of thought by itself, does not make body, surroundings, where ate you, have to be something, not just you, separate, shy, come out to hover, comes to talk, separate

thought be just clean of flesh mind memories

gentle key or rattle the chain get out world of no words, air of words conditioning no dot in coffeeshop, sit with friend, show drawings, and finger near grey screen of words, suggested and never used never here you talk with great aplomb none mountainclimbing don't have a thing "sorry, my snack" as if dunk string begging tea to sit, never could come up with anything like that

see book a bit here I put sold hoot okays world planted unplanted undies understated celebrate sigh tiny talk of no dumb pickup me, okay "some depth" never us, stand by

ever standard format the lost people in rich texture culture art politics but nothing

we all feel
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actually, that's quite good
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"start" she says to him

on any

sad meditation, not steroids, or heroin, or fentanyl .. sad meditation, torturous, find you

it is very hard, not have bulging muscles, not be the handsomest guy on the planet, or the prettiest girl on the planet, or false drug trip "feel happier"

it is sadder to do the hard work

what do you appear as, being able to talk this, from inside

where is that

tiny unseen no identifying characteristics

human carry it

how

this is just a scan of some things picked up from the road and grass in a walk I was on, in the "Experimental Farm" / the top right, some stickers lying on the grass, unused, folded over on top of each other, they use to put on stakes, identify things

ah, they try to grow better plants

ah
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I guess for all of us .. "better" unnoticed how to touch and encourage "it's not even us" "for human consumption"

"tell me some"

"I can't even"
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what are you, the hardest stretch of years, try to conform, not want to do wild thing, or person, fed up, collapses, did you collapse when young "were done" "were effing done" why climb back, finally find meditation, not your first choice "for do anything"

not your first choice
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a serious type, it takes the whole morning, start off, the magnification phase, then part of the way through, I close off partially, come over here, to my desk, write, on a book, maybe post things to blogs .. continue, 100,000 page book, augments me, in moments I just can't be me, in life

and then after writing, I sit down to sit-down meditation, on a cushion, stiff, enough, my posture, supported, back unsupported, just sit, an hour and 15 minutes, one cycle through, guided meditation, by CD, but tough, the personal story, the personal fortitude, when face, human doesn't want this meditation at all, but does
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even more than be nice, be spiritual, /.. find the unsaid, it's not mean it's just not the facade still even of "be spiritual" what is to stun and be accepted

what we really are

to not lie, but stay quiet, to not criticize, work in all the confusion

there's a lot of "lead where follow the conspiracy proof almost proof" and work, and eat carrots and hummus and crackers

and work

at exercise and meditation

at the hardcore versions, at extremely difficult to learn, and maintain these 17 years, meditation seek a book on your face, flutter through the pages

who relies on more words then, than human face

to ever quick scrawl express - meaning

to each other in the story of life

enough to get to a park, stay 22 minutes or something, even get a bit of nature, before traffic .. some beach glass, well a rocky shore, a small bit, the river, the university across it, but stand there, pick up pieces, time

what is story, unavailable

we all feel, someone build

ayahuasca respect for, properly done, but what is at home, just with us

what is a thing you can't say, a scrawl on paper

as if to say "it's nothing, I'm fine" "but you're lying" "a good lie?" "tuck it away" what is life, do you go to a South American jungle for an ayahuasca ceremony, spend 9 days, have 3 ceremonies, or something "try to get at it" "what's bothering you"

and at home

say nothing

scrawls of raise me off the floor, what I really am

we can't say "levitate" of at least say something

to anyone

can't form, words, collection, function in your mind "hide your place, you can't function"

what is "trying to figure out the number" of "mental illness" you can say, someone removed, talk to, code, they are okay "not crazy"

oh

in our lives "the glum say nothing of a pretty sentence face of sentence not you" ever stern, I want the rest, can you say

each of us from a child

media all tepid over, back to book, but modified, oh finger near grey screen, I talk from behind camera, on words, just words, make story, I can't make, for future

ever not muscles, running, though that is good, brain, being educated, schools, though that is good - I walk on up ahead, what is it

oh, silly drawing, don't you have more polish

oh, all of us

damn cut-out letters pasted down scrawl over with marker sit with computer equipment your finger near screen plain word processing like program plain words film finger near that's all I want now

talk from behind camera "make up something" "or like story"

that's all I want now

so difficult hard story words to say real life advanced human

talk to me, hold up framed picture of purple grey flowers photograph for your face, I hardly want to see you - get into this - have drawings on board .. oh, show me, trade me, us, as this now
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pared down humans so exciting a million photos then I want nothing
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ever advance "this can be" hardest linked "to words you can never quite say"

help me!
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it is this then?
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for humans - see my face

neck brace words stumble car accident of along sentences of life speak to me

we just can't make it, a lot of times, if we have friends, family, just can't make it again, purportedly, to show up, talk, put it off "should go" no insult, no big lament, point fingers, it's more years, lifetimes, humanity

try to see numbers through form face dog apparition ET people from sky .. make it interesting .. so long lag

on earth

ever see that, bring books, or repeat stay in body, my mind is not in body a lot of times
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follow me, how a picture

ever funny I take the time to read that "oh, things won't work" "don't work?" yeah, don't we all know "life is sure plenty ugly" scrawl your honest no skill no smooth out make pretty/ see you fresh words really touch me/ full ugly situation add up/ beauty in barf cleaned of step in it on street in bare feet just showered you were an angel .. not so far .. hold me this truth "you come from one side to the other side"

move through my mind held stationary, all my problems, life, 24 hours, a list of lines I say, dangerous, evocative, clean, will propel humanity forward, something else