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sometimes you sit in the sand and you can't breathe because you've got too much soil in your soul. then you sit in the sun and you frown because the ghost within you won't stop barking. but all you've got to do is go to the bathroom and let it all go and it will smell i assure you it will smell but the smell will be wide and open and wonderfully horrendous and you will know that it is time to tie your hair up and brush your teeth 'cause we're done fucking under the big ball of cheese it's time to pick a side of the bed. so stop and let the yellow be yellow or else you won't know where the red is.
when you sit in the sand and you can't breathe because you've got too much soil in your soul. when you sit in the sun and the ghost within you barks because you've got too much dog in your poop! all you have to do is go to the bathroom and let it all go and it will smell i assure you it will smell but the smell will be wide and open and wonderfully horrendous and you will know that it is time to tie your hair up and brush your teeth 'cause we're done fucking under the big ball of cheese it's time to pick a side of the bed
the sun rises above a tree line and i'm also watching bread rise on this fine morning. my spirits rise as i contemplate the day ahead. optimism.
I know some persons. I like 'em a lot. I know some persons. We like to trot. Trotty. Trot. Trot. I know some persons. I like 'em a lot. Woohoo!
There are ants crawling up my legs. What should I do? Three. Four. Five. Six. Fuck. Eleven. There are eleven ants crawling up my legs. Dammit... those aren't ants.
134 Quakers, 3 days, two nights, silence. Epic.
Festival season is my favorite season. Outdoor music. Thousands of colorfully dressed, or not so dressed people. Beautiful, muddy landscape. 112 degrees. Tents. Spiders. Woo!
Liberty from stuff. Let go of things that bind you. Take things that free you.