Sunday 11:58 p.m.
On my own, I was watching Celtic putting the Huns to the sword this afternoon in the League Cup Final, and taking some vase breaths. I remembered once when I'd heard about this juju a while ago and the flatheided scientists were doing experiments on these Tibetan monks (google Harvard Benson Tummo maybe) and when they put them out in the brass monkeys on the baltic ledge, they noted that the wee fat baldy guys did not huddle up, but sat apart as they were placed and dozed off.
I thought when I started trying to do this juju that it would come on fast once I'd had the initial experience of inner heat, but it has not been happening the way I expected then at all. But it has been happening. And it was happening today as I sat there watching the Huns getting put to the sword.
Am I a fortunate creature, Jack? You are one of the most fortunate creatures in the world, Hotboy, but unfortunately you will have to go to your jobbie in the morning. Hmmm? Oh, well.
I saw some cine film of moi when I was about twenty at the wedding of the domestic bliss's sister. Completely different joe. It was not me. It was not my self. Hardly any molecules the same. Where did he go, Jack? The Domestic Bliss said I used to engage with folk then and was a sharp as a tack. Where did he go, Jack? Where did he go?
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You seem still sharp as a tack (do they still have tacks?), but perhaps without the drive to huddle together. How fortunate you're not a penguin!
My colleagues at the institute tell me that the research merely confirms the monks were homophobes.
Repeating the study using Catholic monks would show the opposite result. It all balances out.
Albert? I suppose in some way I'm the same joe and in some way I'm completely different, both at the same time. After all the sitting quietly doing nothing of recent years, I'd never fit into that suit! Nothing to do with the beer of course! Hotboy
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