Proverbs 23:13-14

A young man that holds me in esteem mentioned to me that he received Jesus Christ yesterday.

He asked me if I knew what that means. I coldly responded, "No", and left the room.

Others in my household were quick to prepare me for the news with specific instructions. I was not to be condemning.

Here I am at 05:43 writing about it. Clearly there are forces fighting for this boy's soul.

A Story: Iconoclasm and Apocalypstick

Bodhidharma

A depraved Leonard Cohen song. That's the shade of this character. Spent long hours with shadow's and mirrors. Neither of which, had definition or tangibility.

This has become old hat and deserves to be hung up. Taking the boots off at the door has always been a persistant battle. Yet in the struggle one forget to remove the old hat. This is really silly and caricature.

Yet authentic and genuine.

 It is time to really go into Liber Thisharb again.

∞ have had a series of revelations lately that have modified things significantly.

Linji Yixuan

∞ will be going into the past and recollecting and producing the volumes in written form. 

Henry Miller

This soul seems familiar.

∞ will have to get back into the "nothing box" and try the alternative method of compartmentalization. 

Considering the past, leads to this suspicion that institutionalization, if properly achieved, can yield results that simply will not perform! Perhaps that is what can be said of this particular case. The survival and endeavor reset some mechanisms. Several causes distorted communication with other organisms. This "phenotype" resists the harmonious integration despite the possibility of being aligned with some sort of xenophobia. 

This irrationality generally results in exposure to injury and hazardous schema. Drawn, if not compelled to pursue these limits. A mutation cannot expect to thrive if isomorphism is not engaged, and opportunities to evade elimination are not sourced. A free radical rhizome. 

How to Disagree by Paul Graham

The Conet Project

bucket list item #5

As above, so below.

I tried to drop an f-bomb at 13,000 feet and laughed instead.

A grin as genuine as contempt

The black dog got off it's lead

the coat will change as the season turns

lest he strays

from above

to fall below

descending 

waiting to join the ones I love

whom I have already left behind

Incredible experience. A rite of passage. A general shedding of psychic connections.

Cinco de Mayo/Baltane

We share sentiments.

Chloe,   let's jam.

Far from home but I brought my own mexican.

"Oh!
Sea of hurt, I feel the waves of pain
And now the tides come in again
I'm caught in a vicious cycle of despair
Give me the courage to face another day, oh!

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of elation
I'll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of relation

I sat in silence, I was mourning
I said sorry a thousand times
I cried aloud to God from all my failings
But God seemed deaf as well as blind, oh!

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of elation
I'll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of relation

We drank and smoked and talked until the dawn
We shared our problems and our food
Telling tales of courage and resolution
Through all the hardships we'd endured, oh!

Oh, sing a song of joy
Sweet childhood, never desert me
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of elation
I'll never let you get to me
Survival is my victory
Time for celebration, oh!
Overcome with a sense of elation"

"it's like,...every time in my life... I'm trading with you..." (he laughed)
-Rhys Rogers
That is why I am here my friend. I love you.