gulp martini with vodka like transparent 7up
all words are bullshit, all fictions pulp
no soul, no god, no messiah
sunk in soma drunk to coma
blissful shower takes no hour
jogging in rainy summer breeze for forty four minutes from dusk to dark elated to see the trees so clear clearer than ever
2019-02-07
It seems an act of the
Divine Providence to meet my first spiritual teacher, depart, and meet again.
It seems an act of the
Divine Providence to lose my first love, and to be in the lost of love again,
after almost thirty years.
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