i choose to sit on the part of the curb
where i can’t see the moon

Sometimes smart people submit to their vices to drown out the voices instead of allowing themselves to feel compelled to prove them wrong and change the inner narrative and that's a battle that's never fully lost but it's a trajectory that's harder to reverse as time passes and its a conflict that can only be tough one on one without help from other people or the cushion of externally-derived sensations.

Sit alone in your room for weeks its a cage match against yourself and all my money is on YOU

She is one over whom's eyes one might pull wool

SUFFERING = PAIN x RESISTANCE

-a class on mindfulness meditation

Every person is like a tree: different.
Every tree is like a person: the same.

Improvement and Atrophy are a zero-sum game

Life is too short to self-lacerate out of some misplaced sanctity in tradition

Got used to faking
I don't do things I'm bad at
**** personal growth

HA! That's so funny
Sir but just 'cause there's no tag
doesn't mean its free

Staunch hills confine us
This black bowl is all they made
There's nothing past it

Lean too far, you'll fall
Draw back and you'll miss the view
Equilibrium

Effusive cascades
Respendent, flat on a rock
I lie, honey-bathed

Frothy lips over earth
usurp more life with each pass
Bedrock in Anguish

Is it natural
If I say something RIGHT NOW
Hover between groups

It is. –––––––––––––> 2. It is cold.
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                                        3. Get warm.

A yins tootal libra las knodge sur
Y dracki din las knodge-long sur refles?
Y gobbledin a moor im et y knodgeur,
Im a gobble dur im din demi-gobbledygookle motts.

Is sect val déa sur igrés,
Et y déoni yo igré et y déoni las igrén mich.
Cho sums yo igré augre déoni, fo und langie commun.
Cho sums yo igré déoni spickle.
Mit eeder ad cruvlumbs dé gagne sur und skeer.
Yo igré vannabi et quen déoni fabro didinut.
Igrés dé und gob strun; Yo croy yo din igré fo bookip déoni fo yo cru.
Cho sums yo igré mich far de loseh.

Gobblo sur déni yo yoove dé may avani.
Yo yoove fabrina bonai et gobblo im demi-gobbledygookle motts.
Yo yoove y plisho yo ackume queen yo dé sur und lend et su-gobble bookip sur aveni et knodgen im und flew sur solni.
Yo yoove mit krelsh et y nibookip laces yo ment envir.
Yo yoove froid schlusch y salve sun cho solni.
Yo yoove cho fishes sun froid sonlni.
Yo yoove mit bati et crickie batigulo.
Cho sums yo yoove much far de loseh.

"I had thought my dominion larger," quoth Caesar, the moon grazing passively overhead.

Tongue moves mistrustfully over imperfect teeth.

Just feeling very physical and thankful and proud and heavy.
And I think I've never been this tired.
Any words I utter could be my very last.
What a power that is.
So heavy.
Tremendously so.

In marlow be he lopped of puneth steff
und marked léath in toper laked breath.
Larned of gyre within underparried smoth,
Through nigh for lone barnit do such men.

One sclarms in great hooroopalées
To know desous that legemont criney laves,
Und staphe und bemolie dank for tiny ravings
lund for farnitulobomy maketh scathing lathes.

With gear und glem Sten over themble tee,
Class teeblon fra noy in silver nins.
For durng broy al mar laked schees
Lar tophe maynansi tipple skins.

Thar léath ti maynansi ouvrer tair
Lop scollomis trayver lorna frayn.
Ab lasci nordich mosa far tibu glar.
Rate olvo vraydon seem us legemont clane.