so do you want the short version of my weekend
baiscally i was meant to be a leader among people my own age and still have the ability to expirence the process of spiritual growth
small group disscussions about faith in life and extracting that which brings our souls down ended in talks about kerouac, jackson pollack and generally me being profoundly moved by what people really had to say about faith in their life
it consisted on an unbathed patrick emotionally deconstructing himself, slowly, before rolling his sins into a ciagrette paper, confessing his sins to a preist and reciving buddhist proverbs, and then burning his sins in a large fire
this was all done mostly shoeless(some moccison wearing for the occasional puddle stomp), inside in oven hot rooms and outside in the cold rain
most likely coupled with my cordouroy cut offs and a vest
i need to shave
i am sooooo glad no one fell off the cliffs
especially me
im not joking my brain was expanded
my heart was expanded
i dont think i can be so much of a hypocrate