-
(Untitled)
I'm sleepy. My farts smell like the ocean sounds: In a conch shell.
Who's up for pancakes?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!!!! -
(Untitled)
Well, I am about to go into my first night of decaff, alcohol free sleep deprevation since I was about eleven. I am going to meen Meredith at the Frontear at about 10:30 and we will take it from there. At the moment, I have no idea what we're going to do tonight. First things first, I think I should find my Uno deck. And maybe fill my bag with ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
So I just spent a few moments moving carts upstairs with the up and down, and while on the up and down I started contemplating the number six. Because I thought their were six carts I had left to move but it was just four. So I began to wonder if six actually constituted a number or if it constituted a freckle. I think it does. But I also worry ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
If you look at someone with your eyes crossed, and you refrain from blinking for as long as you can, you can really freak a person out. Their eyes start watering and they start compulsively blinking at you, and eventually they just look like the just realized how weird a universe this really is. -
(Untitled)
Ugh. Sleep? I don't need no freekin sleep. Hey, have you ever wondered if it is a coincidence that sleep and sheep are just one letter off? And though going to sleep is one thing, the concept of going to sheep is a bit, well, weird. Weird, by the way, is a word. It has its roots in another word, which I'm told is the same root as the onion, ( Read more... ) -
Silly Buddhist Quote OTD
Man, Buddhism rocks so hard (in a mindful tranquil way). -
(Untitled)
In the unthinkable, inscrutable, ordinary nature of reality there is no difference between freedom and bondage. No matter what arises, when you perceive your original nature, the joy arises automatically--and what joy!
-Shabkar, "The Flight Of The Garuda" -
An open letter
Hello,
For the love of God and everything that is sanctified under Heaven would you PLEASE stop sodimizing your sheep past 11:00PM? Some of us have to sleep, and it sounds like a cat in a blender.
Thank you,
--Me
Edit: Well it wasn't a sheep. Nore was it a cat in a blender. So I guess I can't complain. -
(Untitled)
Life continues to create itself and fall away, and suffering returns, and delight arrives, if even for a moment--agony, peace, rapture.
-Sandy Boucher, "Hidden Spring"
