3 winters ago...still riding,
> still ridin aroun', only slipped on the ice n' snow twice, mastery of the zen way, relaxed hands at all times, even in uneven tracks of cars on busy streets with black ice covered by dirty fresh unploughed snow
> raging agaisnt the dying of the light
> inspired by william burroughs and kerouac> >
211th Chorus
The wheel of the quivering meat
conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
pones and Porcupines and Pills--
All the endless conception of living
beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind--
Poor ! I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead
> > from Mexico City Blues>
my first coffe today after 3 weeks of hepatic detox (4 days of which i fasted) and phlegm i couldn't seem to clear slimy looggies at importunate moments random coughin, coffin explosions mid utterance
passion for life tempered by social mores designed by feeble minds more influential than mine own
realisin that wat has defined my last 20 (fookin) years was a decision that never agin wood i want anythin so badly that i would be so gutted at not gettin it
now trying to decide wat i reely want is mightee hard but time is of the essence
"will win a masters category race this year"
the challenge is still to be faster than I was and more miles 10 centuries this cummmin season
but what of the spiritual quest ?
surrogate womb to my soul, vessel
antibod(dh)isattva eyes blazin, waterin is that the bitter cold windchill or the spirit nmumbing emptiness of existence
> still ridin aroun', only slipped on the ice n' snow twice, mastery of the zen way, relaxed hands at all times, even in uneven tracks of cars on busy streets with black ice covered by dirty fresh unploughed snow
> raging agaisnt the dying of the light
> inspired by william burroughs and kerouac> >
211th Chorus
The wheel of the quivering meat
conception
Turns in the void expelling human beings,
Pigs, turtles, frogs, insects, nits,
Mice, lice, lizards, roan
Racinghorses, poxy bucolic pigtics,
Horrible unnameable lice of vultures,
Murderous attacking dog-armies
Of Africa, Rhinos roaming in the
jungle,
Vast boars and huge gigantic bull
Elephants, rams, eagles, condors,
pones and Porcupines and Pills--
All the endless conception of living
beings
Gnashing everywhere in Consciousness
Throughout the ten directions of space
Occupying all the quarters in & out,
From supermicroscopic no-bug
To huge Galaxy Lightyear Bowell
Illuminating the sky of one Mind--
Poor ! I wish I was free
of that slaving meat wheel
and safe in heaven dead
> > from Mexico City Blues>
my first coffe today after 3 weeks of hepatic detox (4 days of which i fasted) and phlegm i couldn't seem to clear slimy looggies at importunate moments random coughin, coffin explosions mid utterance
passion for life tempered by social mores designed by feeble minds more influential than mine own
realisin that wat has defined my last 20 (fookin) years was a decision that never agin wood i want anythin so badly that i would be so gutted at not gettin it
now trying to decide wat i reely want is mightee hard but time is of the essence
"will win a masters category race this year"
the challenge is still to be faster than I was and more miles 10 centuries this cummmin season
but what of the spiritual quest ?
surrogate womb to my soul, vessel
antibod(dh)isattva eyes blazin, waterin is that the bitter cold windchill or the spirit nmumbing emptiness of existence
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