the rain turned to snow and the streets to slush, i saw cars on their tops and flashing lights as i drove through the mountains. safe and warm in my tin can on wheels, waiting for a semi to jackknife in front of me.
i had a really good lunch at the love dog in lenox, root vegetable soup, vegan corn bread, black beans and brown rice with avocado, white organic tea. the waitress was cute and had beautiful eyes and I was just mesmerized talking to her. i am impressed that i can even carry a conversation sometimes when i am swooning like that. i have seen the universe dissolve and the illusion we are woven into. on another level i feel the spirit of people and places and it makes me happy. i tried to linger as long as i could in the warmth. sometimes i am eating and i think, this meal could be my last. i wanted to absorb the moment. but the roads let me pass and my time here wasn't over. maybe fate wanted my to type one more journal entry into the abyss.
hello... hello... hello...
archived for future generations of suicide people who will dig words up from beneath the foundation of the web site and ponder their irrelevance with irreverence.
a flame in the fire that licks the skin of the earth, the slumbering revolutionary, the candle toppled over in the haymarket.
be the butterfly
that moves the winds
love like nothing else matters
because nothing else matters
namaste
i had a really good lunch at the love dog in lenox, root vegetable soup, vegan corn bread, black beans and brown rice with avocado, white organic tea. the waitress was cute and had beautiful eyes and I was just mesmerized talking to her. i am impressed that i can even carry a conversation sometimes when i am swooning like that. i have seen the universe dissolve and the illusion we are woven into. on another level i feel the spirit of people and places and it makes me happy. i tried to linger as long as i could in the warmth. sometimes i am eating and i think, this meal could be my last. i wanted to absorb the moment. but the roads let me pass and my time here wasn't over. maybe fate wanted my to type one more journal entry into the abyss.
hello... hello... hello...
archived for future generations of suicide people who will dig words up from beneath the foundation of the web site and ponder their irrelevance with irreverence.
a flame in the fire that licks the skin of the earth, the slumbering revolutionary, the candle toppled over in the haymarket.
be the butterfly
that moves the winds
love like nothing else matters
because nothing else matters
namaste
Cheers!
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