random thoughts

we are here because we are bored gods tormented by our minds until we decide not to be. no romance but good sex if youre lucky.

read about the surfin swami if you havent: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/12/18/surfin-swamis-catching-wa_n_152230.html

sounds like a good gig except for the cultism and no sex, Ganja or beer. in that order.

new song

I once met a man
and he didnt have hands
and he couldnt tell me which way to go

he wore his lunch like a flag
scented of cervesa
looking to me and cried

The pretty boobed lady
who danced in my dreams
walked away though the sand

the palmas were calm-as
I could hope to be tho
kicking the sand walking by

oh senorita de la playa
save me (chourus)

oh senorita de la playa
tell me

-(incomplete) origional composition

happy full moon

shes amazing

Im in love...

bee cuz

'Shiv' is always 'destroying' 'He' is always 'ahead' of 'everything' else ('') thanks you

somebody has to do it

drink beer before and after lunch. generally take it pretty easy. smoke a little in da evenin. there are tradeoffs as the dynamics of action work, but yes living in the hazy border of action and inaction success failure and other such extremes. the life of a philosophizer. deadbeat (origins of term?). yogi by default. faulty yoga. yes, somebody has to do it, and do it we shall!

neo weedic word of the week

black moon, kalachandra, कालाकान्द्र : the black ash circle left when extinguishing a joint of Ganja upon a hard surface

post breathing

posts from month to month look like rhythm, the rhythm of life here I sit happily purposefully purposeless.

Vedic plant of the week

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Saussurea known as कुष्ठ
kustha in the Atharva Veda. will cure what ails you if you happen to be in the Himalayas.



or possibly http://www.floridata.com/ref/C/cost_spe.cfm

my friends rock

rock on!

God hath blessed me

the Sacred Ganja is abundant
planning for the Solstice 08


hung out with Mike today
wanting to stay in Tallahassee
the land of " little hills" as translated by a half Cherokee friend
the last native settlement overlooks the divide where the sea used to come a long time ago
my city itself is situated over an ancient beach. I currently live in what would have been under water many millenia ago. salt-flats as they are called now. miles of shallow mostly warm saltwater sandy bottom gulf. the Gulf of Mexico was mostly formed by a meteor impact around the Yucatan peninsula and Fl. my city was actually waterfront, which is today about 50 miles south. The Appalachian mountains end north of here in S. Georgia, foothills into north Tallahassee. they used to end in the gulf until sedimentary sand washed up and accumulated, and the water receded a long time ago. this is where I have spent most of my days. sometimes I want to disappear into a familiar swamp. many places in S. Tally remind me of UP and west bengal. Palm trees, sand. scrub oak and pine. poor black folks scavenging. fresh air. hospitality.

This is also my life. spanning the margins. hope and despair. life and death. breath or no breath, perhaps, but that is too dramatic. drama. when the drama goes, where do we go? the meteors fly by?

bong justice

4:20 pm thesis:. the bamboo bong does not hold up to daily use in a humid climate. mold spores quicly develop. the thicker walled, larger diameter bong section in particular. white like scale entities on inner tube. pond like taste. the larger model is consistently bad, even after drying by air.

If one had a large supply of 2-3.5" bamboo sections, fresh like a jungle morning, this would be an option. considering buying a piece of native pipestone to carve. the water cooled bong is better for the bod than the papered joint, and leave less ambient smoke. the stem of one is an Indian stainless steel pen casing, the other a smaller diameter piece of bamboo. both bowls are brass hvac fittings, with brass screens purchased at corner Gujarati owned convenience store. the bowl and stem is sealed to bong body with Indian made M-seal resin, like I used to glue diety faces on with while a hairless krishna.

Jai

reaching the critical mass. I will go nuts if I stay here. There have been many times my life have been fun, and many times dark. Time, decay, disintegration seems to drain shifting. standing at the edge of something. mortality perhaps (think positive). Jai Mahamrtyunjaya

read UG Krishnamurti. smart but nuts. likely cheater. wondering if extreme renunciation, and religizing and xtreme sensual gratification are both mental diseases. people who cant handle day to day life. like me I gez. no joke that my spirits went down with the economy. and other miseries.