NOW IT IS TURDS-DAY AGIN
Woke up this morning with the blues in my mind and I escaped into that philosophical arena that wakes a person up in red-eyed realities.
I looked out at the world of "Being" as "Being". I embraced the earth and the wind and the fire and the air. I then searched for the water. But none was to be found.
So I settled for a beer or two.
I found myself today in an almost predisposed position with the monastic desert .
Fuck that for a lark I said to me sen. I'll av another one.
A friend spent Easter in solitary meditation at the remote Saharan Oasis of Siwa, where Alexander the Great consulted the Oracle.
ReplyDeleteA natural habitat for Zola the Soothsayer?
Thus Spake Zolathrustra!
Have another beer.
No thrusting in The Fortress.
ReplyDeleteI am in the nightmares of return again.
ReplyDeleteWitness day I must travel to this sacred UK.
But I am profane in spirit.
Bury me at sea I say because I taste better that way for the ancestors.