Saturday, February 4, 2017

When It Rolls

It's all trash waiting to be put on the heap, isn't it? We're all dust held together with some water. Worms lick their lips when we walk by. Now go meditate. 

My problem, if I have a problem, is that I've let other folks define my joy. Life's short. It's really all about dogs and cats and babies. Oh, and Little Richard records. 

Before I let my list get out of hand I should just get to love. Nothing else matters. Nothing.

Keep that in mind while you're trying to make sense out of the news today. Look! The emperor has no clothes. I love that.

I love you.

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