Well ‘[edacted]’ has shown me something. He is either an excellent fake or this guy is some kind of cyber superman. But like most supermen he hasn't a clue what to do with a woman. Makes me kinda smile and think, thank God. It would be otherwise too much to bare.
Radha left for Vrndavan with little fanfare from me. I suspect I have allowed her to become a predictably self obsessed adolescent. It seems being able to shop is a primary concern for young women of her caliber. Without it, what would be the point of getting out of bed? I know this from personal experience. Vrndavan with out some binging at Loy bazaar. Poor duffa, to think I have other priorities, like paying the power bill, sweet heart. Ahh well that little product of my loins will learn her lesson later than sooner I expect. if at all. What a bunch of slugs we are. Don’t get me wrong I like my kids but if they start resembling every other corrupted human on this planet then I take issue as I was hoping for more. Of course you may say what about me. Well I would say my personal path has been transferred to the off spring and I am now hoping one of them will be a better person. A better person? I guess we have lost touch with what a person is in the realm.
Vrnda wondered about the complex at one in the morning, seeking out her friends that were due to depart in the wee hours. She found non and fell asleep on the door step of Tara’s place. I’m not sure where we got Vrnda from but she is not your regular kid.
Shaka was on the roof last night and saw a …….yes……a ……UFO
Yes they are out there and if they are not some one out there has some seriously cool personal transport happening. I want one. Private silent and very very fast. Gees you have no idea how much I want one.
Dreamt so lucidly this morning I thought I might have been on an astral jaunt. I experienced colours and scenes that are a little wanting in this region. Everything is blurred here. As indistinct as an Indian head nod. It’s no wonder they had eons of spiritualism as their core feature. It is all you can do to figure out what one person is actually saying to another. SO you turn to God and hope he can reveal the **** is going on. The guy at the market has not the slightest inclination of letting you in on how it works. The only ones that may be inclined to help are the ones that are “colonized”. God I love a colonized Indian. We can meet half way. I too am colonized but only fractionally. They got to me in maturity. Can’t teach a old dog new tricks.
The old man is sick, consolation being squalor is his constant companion. Hahah
Can’t help sounding like a nasty piece of work. I just am.
Oh to be happily putrefying in my happiness and forever distracted from my ultimate demise.
One of my favourite stories is the guy in the well with the water below, a tiger waiting outside and a drop of honey coming his way. It’s all he can do to get that honey. Like a droplet of dew ready to fall from the leaf in the early morning. We too are waiting and in the mean time each day we find another inconsequential reason to get out of bed. Don’t tell me yours has consequence because it simply doesn’t if you hold it up against death.
Every time I read or watch anything contemporary they most often refer to sex as if it were the panacea of existence. I just think they might be deluding themselves and some are simply keeping the lie alive for want of company. Get to a crucial point in life……stop…..forget it and then happily fornicate as if some how it were a pill that would fix it all. Since when did that start happening? I mean some people are keeping relationships alive with sex alone…..[edacted] ?
I’m all for freedom but with some kind of purpose. If you wanted to bonk every time it got too hard to think then you might as well be a pigeon or even a pig, I hear they orgasm for a whole half hour. There you go guys [both genders covered in that term] go for it. Sounds like the right kind of birth for you. Life’s problems will be solved. Of course you will tend to desire a sordid diet of stool and assorted rotting odds and ends but I expect most of you are feasting on the rotting carcasses of, lets say, Pigs. Poor pigs, life cut short by those who do not know your true worth; the power to enjoy beyond any human beings dreams. Bring it on. Hey Michael Jackson, make your order. I’m sure pig law will refuse you nothing.
I better go now, even I feel it is a tad off.
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