don't get caught up in that Nirvikalpa shit
better make a promise not to sit with it
better come back and give the rest of us a hit
breakin the kids in
makin 'em flip
yeah
that's how I roll
bitch
We are the hounds of hell when we cry. Our sorrow only brings "bad luck" and more of the same bad. if you catch my drift, it will elevate you to the utter most reaches of love and bliss! The universe is yours. when you can see that and know that it is all wright, totally, you can call it what you will. If you thought all the rock stars who sold their souls went to hell, you might be wright, but only if they were a person who cursed his own word. [ie; saying "Fuck me!" ie; crying, even if it is because you have so much love and it is so beautiful. ie; fear, unless you are not afraid in your mind and all that is left is just a feeling. Believe fear feels good, 'cause it does.] If the rock star was positive and believed is Whole life he would go to hell when he died... He would just die and then the next day, pop! out of an other mother... If he died.
Singing saved the sin.
Singing is a trick pony. And so is your word.
The more you look on the bright side, the less things matter.
It only "matters" if we don't.
"'cause you know, sometimes words have 2 meanings."
"The border between the Real and the Unreal is not fixed, but just marks the last place where rival gangs of shamans fought each other to a standstill." Robert Anton Wilson
Hey Honey. What are you doing on Friday? I'm having a housewarming that starting at 7:30pm at my new place (15 Love St, Fairfield) Hope you can make it! xxxx
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