Saturday 7:54 p.m.
The yin has to be the wisdom. The yang has to be the method. That's why I have to carry out the rubbish. And ferry the luggage. But God heard my cries!
The dakini appeared and said that due to the stabbings, and addictions, and social worky problems, there had been some difficulties with the supply. Great clingings and cravings arose. Apparently, they have the same problems in heaven as they do everywhere else.
She handed over her stash and said I could cut half of it off until the supply problems resolved themselves. Never have I seen such a display! I'm slavering after the drugs and I can't do stuff like that. Attachment.
We discussed the deliciousness of the soup and the breid and how it could not possibly be that delicious, but mere projection. Or a lot of projection anyway. Like falling in love with a donkey. From A Midsummer's Night's Dream. You could be in heaven, surely, if you just tried a bit harder even with the stabbings and all. Projection.
She only charged me four pence as well for this lovely wee bit of bob hope. In the Botanics she told me the tree didn't have leaves because it came before the leaves. Magnolia. Maybe.
A new paradigm has been formed. Bugger off if you haven't got any drugs or can't tell us something we don't know alreadys!
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8 comments:
I say!
"Like falling in love with a donkey."
I sometimes have serious doubts about you.
Anyway, I have been thinking about you blogging about falling down the other week, when you weren't even very drunk.
In the Book Aid headquarters in Blantyre the other day I happened upon a Readers Digest book entitled "Full life repair kit". I can thoroughly recommend it for someone like yourself.
Page 267 "Why we fall" includes some relevant pointers which you may find useful:
1. Lack of exercise. If you are sitting for six hours each day meditating, then you are probably not getting enough exercise.
2. Vision problems. If your eyes roll up into their sockets a lot, this prevents you from seeing obstacles.
3. Medication. I rest my case.
4. Envoronmental Hazards.
5. Arthritis. Common in ex-boxers.
6. Depression. As you have gained raBliss, I doubt if this applies to you.
7. Age. Once again, I rest my case.
I think that you may tick 5 out of 7 boxes, and are a prime candidate for falling down whilst not particularly drunk.
MM III
I say!
I saw this, and thought of you.
MM III
hotters, this may just be the most profound post in the blogosphere, if I could only figure it out. Well done!
Mingers - as hut manager I am authorised to tick all boxes on hotters' behalf. I notice the Readers Digest list didn't mention friends who trip people up.
Albert? Thank you! I too noticed this ommission! Hotboy p.s. now that I've taken the pledge there will be no more of that fallling down malarkey around here!
I could give up nearly all foods except bread, soup and cheese; the triumvirate comprising the perfect meal, with bread the godhead. If you were gonnae eat the same thing every day, that'd be it. I'd vary the soup from day to day, unlike Hotboy, but he likes to punish himself as a philosophical exercise.
There was no bread (or beer?) before the core neolithic revolution of agriculture. It was then that pastoralists halted their flocks, cleared and enclosed some ground and started to cultivate and breed grain.
This huge cultural change meant folk stopped throwing the dice from month to month. They were less prone to episodic starvation from acts of God, yet more prone to constant near-starvation as population density climbed. And now they had the back-breaking work of cultivating land, necessitating 10 hrs of work per day instead of the 3 hrs-ish for hunter-gatherers.
After the apocalypse, I predict fresh bread will be the most prized food, and yeast worth more than gold and diamonds. Take my advice and start a sour-dough culture bubbling now for the end-time.
Ion: What I want to know is how come eating breid and soup and cheese (plus bananas!) has turned me over the last four or five years into a fat basturn? Even although there are no magic ingredients in the soup at the moment, still I seem to lose no weight, despite only drinking about 15 bottles of Erdinger a week. I think it must be due to a sudden decrease in my hormonals. I've probably only got a third of the hormonals I had when I was twenty. Do you think I should buy some online? Can you get anabolic steroids on the NHS? No point on asking Dr Bob. He's already on the monkey glands. Hotboy
They steroids would only increase absolute measures of fat-basturnness- weight by scales- muscle weighing more than fat. Plus you'd get roid-rage, heart-strain, shrunken goolies and bad skin.
What's wrong with a minor redistribution of avoir-dupois as one ages? And why would you want to be 20 again, fool?
Certain physical characteristics like grey hair, baldness, central adiposity and crow's feet are badges of seniority to be cherished. Who'd be 20 again, and back to the age of stupid?
Hope this helps.
Ion: Roid-rage! We don't get these drugs so we can't tell what they feel like. The Scottish cyclists who got done for the EPO said that he felt as if he was on a motor cycle the next day. Roid-rage might be like feeling like the Hulk. Maybe this is a boy thing. I can't think of a female equivalent. Women might have sweeter natures. Apart from the roid-rage, the other side effects looked crap, but at my age ... they would just happen to some other guy. As soon as I get to be sixty .... Hotboy
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