satya, ahimsa

satya: tell the truth
ahimsa: do no harm

where these intersect/diverge? where is the discernment?

then, contentment. then, allowing the choices of others to rest without appeal.

again, senses

topics include: fragrance, hate, ignorance, living on earth, crooked dogs, vibes vibes vibes.

prayer and consciousness.

it sounds like a machine breathing

it sounds like a giant truck breathing, purring

what is that rumble? it's rhythmic.  never could spell rhythm. that's a fucked up word.

words of the day; stopped counting

hi
uncalled for
meme
thoroughfare
furthermore
angels
loverboy (-queen)
liquid love
flame/old flame
youtube in retrograde

can
can i
can i call
can i call you
can i call you sweetheart

what's it going to be like?

smells like shit in the mission

and like the ocean in the west, and like bay and oak in the east.

it's a great day for coke points! and to pull the wool off our eyes and think about changing direction: what do we want to see? how do we get there?

i want to change my font to system and listen to STRFKR.

i want to remind people about the lines in the road: structure defines, puts a limit to the chaos.
we laugh. we listen to bird women. we make fun of plato's legacy.  darts.  and always the attraction! repulsion! and the place in between.

beautiful things get lost all the time

1991 notebook: i am an agent of chaos.

24 years ago.

cold morning song

is there some sort of sports situation happening?

'cause all i hear is chatchatchat raaaraaaraaa

thump thump thump

loud thing, smells like, and spirit animal

it sounds like an alien ship going down the street. it bends sound.

smells like jelly donuts!!

white buffalo dream.

all felt or heard or smelled or dreamed on the street. BTSTU.

we are crumbling stone.