I used to have warmth and glow. I used to feel closer to wisdom, to sweetness, to the earth, to people. I used to smile. I used to feel light. I used to be kind and calm. I used to be patient and tender. I was adorable. I had charisma. I once meditated and sunk into the floor.
I used to think I could have what I want. Now, I am lucky if I can just have take what I can get.
Now, I feel like a superficial, hard-bitten and hard-edged, bitchy cunty, driving, stony, pessimistic, sneering, contemptuous, snootily ambitious bigot covered in soot and limits and pus in a bigoted world.
There is nothing more than what we see – nothing more than surface.
Well, now – that’s no way to live.
One Eat Pray Love later, I am all get me Bali’d.
Because Douche Prick Twat really doesn’t work – in the end.
Yes, I’m a bootstraps guy, moral and honorable, though. How dare anyone leave anyone behind?!
There’s more, of course, it’s not that simple, duh. And I am skipping steps – but I will fight stand up for my serenity!
Goodbye, hardcore rap and punk rock.
Hello, whale songs and chilled folk.
Perhaps a Junkpunch can be:
I was told this morning: “Your honesty is beautiful. This is how you see your patterns, whether thought or action.”
Change your thoughts, change your life…
My word is love.