Getting Buddhist With It
This ain't the place to air out the circumstances of a life pitched to confront challenge. I'll skip the exposition, then; it would add nothing to this. It's in the angle, anyway, that it would get so damned steep.
Of all the bullshit, there's a lot of delusion going on. I don't want the bullshit, and I don't want the delusion that gives rise to it -- I don't want it from any others, and I don't want it from myself. I don't find it of myself unless I get wrapped into it coming from others. There is an end to this.
What is is. I don't want the talk of what is and talk of what is not, the talk of dreams and of delusions in the fog. I will not shun it, as it is a natural part of human discourse. I require a refuge from it, when I have had enough of it.
No hermit-in-the-making, I cannot leave to depart to a mountainside. I cannot seek out such an absolute refuge, a refuge from the real nature of humanity. I am a person, who does not seek to be solitary. It would not be a natural existence, if I would remove myself from humanity. This is simply reasoning it out.
That what is is and will be, it is not dead at recognizing that it is. That what is is best not mistaken, nor what is not, this is to say as to warn.
I am being to be going to the snack machine that be's its being down the hall, to get being of some M&Ms to be being to my belly. That is occurring to be more appropriate than dragging my ass down to the pizza place for something being soggy and be taking too damned long for, given the simpler alternative.
I be am-ing to have fun with this unconventional manner of writing.
Reader be am reading. This be not for being long. Either.
This ain't the place to air out the circumstances of a life pitched to confront challenge. I'll skip the exposition, then; it would add nothing to this. It's in the angle, anyway, that it would get so damned steep.
Of all the bullshit, there's a lot of delusion going on. I don't want the bullshit, and I don't want the delusion that gives rise to it -- I don't want it from any others, and I don't want it from myself. I don't find it of myself unless I get wrapped into it coming from others. There is an end to this.
What is is. I don't want the talk of what is and talk of what is not, the talk of dreams and of delusions in the fog. I will not shun it, as it is a natural part of human discourse. I require a refuge from it, when I have had enough of it.
No hermit-in-the-making, I cannot leave to depart to a mountainside. I cannot seek out such an absolute refuge, a refuge from the real nature of humanity. I am a person, who does not seek to be solitary. It would not be a natural existence, if I would remove myself from humanity. This is simply reasoning it out.
That what is is and will be, it is not dead at recognizing that it is. That what is is best not mistaken, nor what is not, this is to say as to warn.
I am being to be going to the snack machine that be's its being down the hall, to get being of some M&Ms to be being to my belly. That is occurring to be more appropriate than dragging my ass down to the pizza place for something being soggy and be taking too damned long for, given the simpler alternative.
I be am-ing to have fun with this unconventional manner of writing.
Reader be am reading. This be not for being long. Either.