Hello! people! I've just returned from an exodus to the bounty of God's love and furniture store. It was alright but you know I'm not really into the kinesthetics of His loungewear. Unfortunately I have not been able to further contiplate this and do my comparison shopping because of the darkness clouding my mindspace. Everybody's walking around the locker room like they've been anointed with uneasy liquid.
The stress is causing Coach to lose his hair extemporaneously. That's the mechanism of samsara. I read that in an ancient text of wisdom crafted by Tibetan monks in a mountain at the airport. I always believe in reading. You can't achieve greatness if you tap into your mind's eyelids. Truth and beauty intersect and then you're destroying a man's face with kindness.
That's what we lost when Tyson became illuminated. Absorb the universe conscious associations of the man and he never left. The earth speaks to me of chicken and punching, and the distant sounds of vacuum cleaners. Energy and strength. Cleaning up the boards. That is the dot to our i and we're lower case. We have to elevate ourselves to a higher category, everyone, and fill the gap. That's how you unify as one in Roman times.