“On arecent meditation retreat, I felt myself drawn to reflect on the stone andSisyphus’s relationship to it.”
Oh Fuck Have Mercy!
I do realise I am the same, we are all the same
or as Vicky Pollard would put it
yeah but, no but, yeah but…
I fell on a thought of mineeeeeeeee
and like a rambling drunk
I worshipped it
and realised the shit that was coming
out of my ass and
out of my mouth, and
out of my head
was fucking gold
as I was contemplating this amazing wonder
that my belly button is.
I felt myself drawnnnnnnn ...
hopefully into quarters by four strong horses.
Feeling oneself is also called masturbation BTW.
The shit people say. And I know I said it already I am people too.
It is mind-blowingly amazing the total waste of space and energy
us apes can be really.
The numberless babble, the empty words, the speculations, and
conspirations and mindless drifting our brains go through.
Utter complete waste of ones and zeros
a bit like I am doing now going on about it.
But even though there were Amazonian forests wasted in endless
dribbles ever since Gutenberg’s invention, it now seems with so
much space on the internet, so many blogs and vlogs, so many
different channels on cable and what not,
so much money has to be spent
on creating utter expensive bullshit
like craft shows and cooking shows
and lame attempts at pseudo-science.
Oh well I hope I never ever feel “drawn to reflect” again to spare
me the ire of Holden Caulfield on my utter phoniness.
End of rant
like sports commentator filling the air time with hot air