folk life.
lino block prints are on the menu. if you want 'em, get at me, through here.
the universe has a plan. damned if i have any idea what it is, but its there,
secret and safe, not to be known, but just to be. the kind of thing that exists
as energy converted from matter. matter of fact, matter of opinion, matterhorns,
all of 'em.
so when life drops a hot 'last-nights indian food with undigested greyish peas' metaphoric metaphysical diarrheal deuce on me,
i can only assume its just fertilizing those greener pastures im headed for.
and thats not so bad. its all part of the plan. like hannibal from the A-team,
i love it when a plan comes together.
and like b.a. baracus, i pity the fool, yo.
theres a lot of change coming. i can feel it. my personal sixth sense, my ever-lovin'
black-operational inner compass tells me so. look up 'heron symbolism'. i saw seven of them on the way to
pick up my kids.
thats some spirit guide type business. seven, yo, my lucky number, well, besides the other more obvious one. or, should i say one one, or is it won one? either way its louder than ten.
sleep hasnt been an option these nights, if its not restlessness preventing sleep, its restless sleep preventing restedness. tt? thats a recurring theme in my dreams these nights. TT.
i'll figure it out, i guess. dudes who know me know about what kind of battle of carthage im facing. time will tell if im just the novelty of elephants at war (which would at least get honorable mention in lord of the rings), or the continent cleansing farmers who plowed europe in to the illest empire that ever was, (at least until the fiery arrival of spice-craving barbarians, my ninjas!!!!) sorry, ya'll, i mentioned hannibal earlier, and ran with it.
know your history. then write your own. learn about that jammie here.
and like the real hannibal (not the A-team one, dummy) says:
FIND A WAY, OR MAKE ONE.
Never Quiet, Never Soft. i swear.
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