MEDITATION OF A SNEEZER There's a morrow, now and then, when i feel like an ape among pigeons and every efforts that i make to refine my position has done nothing better then simply change me into a pigeon among commutters And then i woke up, pick the sunday service paper that had throwned in trough my window by that 4th-reicht paper boy. And when i look back, a visionary lusty woman kiss my forehead and said: "It's an obscenity french-toast with slight mayo, and it had brought us to this nakedness." I drink my juice. Sip it. Save it. Oooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhh...
Reason for writing:
My dry month in Indonesia, when i feel so alone in the crowd
and quick friendship with a Buddhist monk there, he thought me the art of meditation.
Birth sign: Aries
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