LOv3 & LANGUAGE
A NEW LETTER FROM FOREST WAS FOUND
Dug up from the ground. A lost love letter to Jenni.
My love, My dear, Jenni,
Without you, there is no me.
“Mama… Mama… Forest was here.” …said the child.
The year was 1964…
“Do you like having your pussy licked?”
Just incase Kitty gets horny.
… …unless it’s her dad.
PATTERNS ARE DEATH TO CREATIVITY “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.” — Alberto In other words, it’s like drawing a circle ❍ and expecting to find a square ❒ when finished.
ADD VARIETY TO YOUR PRACTICE
Adopt, trash, search, replace, information…
“Adopt what is useful, reject what is useless, and add what is specifically your own.” — Bruce Lee
…release new information.
Accepting Bliss I know what I think. I know nothing. Clean mind. Seeking balance between feeling and intellect.
Wealth and Scale Proficiency is the goal. Be better than those you admire, if not, you don’t get paid.
Kissing 17 Goodbye When she says she’s working on herself… It means she’s going to make you regret you walked away. You don’t get to choose who you love… I’ve done plenty of stupid and blamed it on love. Worth it. …not fair. Adventures in Heartbreak Hotel She kisses my neck. “What’s wrong?” she asks. You can have me whenever you’d like… Weak, on both knees, like a child lost without his mother, vulnerable, is how they want you. You think you know crazy… “Love is a state of constant insanity” …then you meet a woman. …she walks away. Mind says, “take a peek.” No. I already know what it is. To die for. “You can’t have your cake and eat it too,” because once you eat it, it’s gone for good. Fools in love; to change the past means altering my work, a little hurt is fine. A broken heart is porn to a poet. I woke up at the park, little to nothing to do… No Ordinary Love Something like Sade, juicy like Mya. My muse, since we shared our first breath. Been sailing the seas looking for my mermaid ever since. …so I wrote a little note.
Love isn’t exclusive, — but for you, I do. I do. I do.
“…she’ll love books, and cook, and look, just like you…” — Mr. 3000
Comprehension, my obsession; mind wonders, ‘what is above (an) understanding…?’
I like having conversations with people… …when I’m alone.
A game of, ‘What’s on your mind?’ Begins.
TALES FROM TEMPLE Two brothers, Tai-Yang and Yue-Liang, arrive to the conclusion that travel’s the only way to understand self and the world. One would travel east, the other west. They would meet south, and share their new found knowledge. Tai-Yang arrives at the halfway point, and waits. And, waits. No Yue-Liang. After a few days, Tai-Yang continues his journey; certain he’d find his brother somewhere along the road. Tai-Yang arrives at the starting point, and finds Yue-Liang netting butterflies. “Have you been here this whole time?” Tai-Yang asks. “Brother, how was your travel?” Yue-Liang replies. “Why didn’t you follow our plan?” Tai-Yang rebuttals. “I did, look…” Yue-Liang spins in a circle, “I found that my world is more than enough for me. What of you brother? What did you discover?” Yue-Liang inquires… “…you must experience, before you comprehend,” Tai-Yang answers. Tai-Yang embraces his brother and enters temple. Yue-Liang follows, “I don’t understand.” Tai-Yang: “Of course you don’t.” “Wait, I have more questions…” “Of course you do.”
Sun. Fade. End.
WHEN THE MAN SEEKING DEATH MET THE MAN SEEKING LIFE, GOD SPOKE A QUARTER OF THE BOTTLE LEFT. THE MAN IN BLACK SITS ON THE EDGE OF A BRIDGE. HE TAKES A SWIG AND TOSSES THE EMPTY BOTTLE. A MOMENT OF REFLECTION ARRIVES TO MIND. HE JUMPS. THE MAN IN BLACK WAKES-UP. A FULL BOTTLE OF LIQUOR ON HIS COFFEE TABLE, AND A LONESOME BLACK SUIT, HUNG ABOVE IT. HE ROAMS THE STREETS, TAKING SIP AFTER SIP. ARRIVES TO THE BRIDGE, AND POPS A SQUAT. HE SWIGS THE FINAL QUARTER, AND TOSSES THE EMPTY BOTTLE. REFLECTION ARRIVES. HE JUMPS. THE MAN IN BLACK WAKES-UP. A FULL BOTTLE OF LIQUOR ON HIS COFFEE TABLE, AND A LONESOME BLACK SUIT HUNG ABOVE IT. “YOU DON’T GET IT, DO YA.” A YOUNG MAN SAYS. “WHO ARE YOU?” THE MAN IN BLACK QUESTIONS. “I’M A FIGMENT OF YOUR MIND.” THE YOUNG MAN ANSWERS. “I’M TALKING TO MYSELF?” THE MAN IN BLACK ASKS. “YES.” THE YOUNG MAN ANSWERS. “SHUT UP!” THE MAN IN BLACK DEMANDS. THE YOUNG MAN REMAINS QUIET. “LEAVE.” THE MAN IN BLACK COMMANDS. WALKING DOWN THE STREET, THE MAN IN BLACK TAKES SWIG AFTER SWIG OF THE BOTTLE. ARRIVES TO THE BRIDGE. POPS A SQUAT. FINISHES THE BOTTLE, GETS RID OF IT. “YOU KNOW WHAT’S GOING TO HAPPEN IF YOU JUMP.” THE YOUNG MAN SAYS. THE MAN IN BLACK JUMPS. HE WAKES UP IN THE MORNING. “WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND?” ASKS THE YOUNG MAN. “WHO ARE YOU?” THE MAN IN BLACK ASKS. IN-SYNC THEY SAY, “A FIGMENT OF MY MIND.” “I’M TALKING TO MYSELF?” THE MAN IN BLACK QUESTIONS. “YES.” ANSWERS THE YOUNG MAN. “WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?” THE MAN IN BLACK ASKS. “YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE OF WHEN YOU COME AND GO.” THE YOUNG MAN ANSWERS. THE MAN IN BLACK BEGINS TO DESTROY HIS LIVING-ROOM. “WHAT IS IT, THAT YOU SEEK TO ESCAPE?” THE YOUNG MAN INQUIRES. “I DON’T WANT TO BE ANYMORE.” THE MAN IN BLACK ANSWERS. “WHY IS THAT?” ASKS THE YOUNG MAN. “I DON’T KNOW.” THE MAN IN BLACK ANSWERS. “ARE YOU DISSATISFIED WITH YOURSELF?” THE YOUNG MAN ASKS. NO RESPONSE. “WHY ARE YOU UNHAPPY WITH YOURSELF?” THE YOUNG MAN ASKS. “I JUST DON’T WANT TO BE.” THE MAN IN BLACK PLEADS. “THEN DON’T. END IT THE WAY YOU’VE BEEN ENDING IT.” THE YOUNG MAN ANSWERS. “AND THEN WHAT?” THE MAN IN BLACK ASKS. “YOU DIE. PEOPLE CRY. PEOPLE MOVE ON AND LIVE THEIR LIVES.” THE YOUNG MAN ANSWERS. “SO, HOW AM I HERE, RIGHT NOW?” THE MAN IN BLACK ASKS. “HOW IS THE WORLD? HOW IS THE SUN? HOW IS THE MOON? HOW ARE THE STARS? HOW IS THE SKY. HOW IS — ” THE MAN IN BLACK INTERRUPTS THE YOUNG MAN. “I GET IT. SHUT-UP. JUST SHUT-UP. SO WHAT IS THIS?” THE YOUNG MAN REMAINS QUIET. “WHAT IS THIS?” “A CONVERSATION WITH YOURSELF.” “NO. HOW DO I STOP EXISTING?” “WHAT IS LIFE? WHAT IS DEATH? — ” “SHUT-UP! JUST SHUT-IT” THE MAN IN BLACK OPENS HIS BOTTLE AND DRINKS. “SO. HOW BOUT IT GOD? HOW ABOUT I BEGIN TO BURN IT ALL DOWN? HOW ABOUT I START FUCKING IT ALL UP?” “ARE YOU SURE YOU WISH TO TEMPT THE LORD?” “YOU’RE RIGHT. I’M A PUSSY.” “SO, WHAT THE FUCK?” “I DON’T KNOW. I’M NOT EVEN HERE.” THE MAN IN BLACK FOUND HIMSELF ALONE, AGAIN. TO BE CONTINUED…
ZENO OF CITIUM
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