and how needless these things are

and how needless these things are

i am doing okay nowadays
just wanna be more calm more o the time
need to get greedy with myenergy?

you still sleep and me spurning re-sentiment's sham song

you still sleep
i am awaken and preparing
for the moist peacefullestest day
i mustn't 'low resentment of cow-orkers(member: i am THeir cow's irksome
to bring me from my halo of healingsong

the meannesses i cannot 'low them to rupture my core

I have been re-focusing my attention, seeking to 'cept my innards being so baby-scaredy of the meanies at my w place

having babynatures

having babynatures
we eat whatever we want and drift and need naps
and not getting them
we rely on junky so called foodsies and stuff our souls back down
like jackintheboxes
to please the invisible still wired-in marionette voicings

ermotionally petrol conscious, how to save physical and psychic mileage non-robotically

hw to save mental milage and physically as swell?
it seems that for example, tearing the stevia packet or typing-in-itself one can bang away or one can gently tappet
clearly, if in the haibtual of overdoing
(they say i speak to fast over-and-over and i just want,in my letcterns, to have the wisdom they so need, which arises even as we speak, on the snowfields of learning, to get across)
is my everybread
then assuredly i'll need to re-call,call back, collect my senses
and re-calm and reclaim

that is
when starting to revert to the culvert of
the habitude of shallow breathing, fear monkeying, world glooming all badness sort of a mondae
that selfsame moment is, in the truest of a.c.i.m. mindsets
the path towards helaciously unburdening soulful healering
no god required
just loving kindliness spirit realm

kinda sweet, kinda pathetic

getting a new boss this week
no biggie
yet it always upsets the little child within and i strive to please so much and always hope I'll get reassured
kind of pathetic
kind of sweet
all at a once

she is in the clouds,zabrut

she is in the clouds
all a tile toiling
in the roads roiling
she notices and benotes
she gloats rarely, she floats (just barely)
she hunkers and the flunkies even like on her
be cause she has hearth, ladysidartha

i weep the way you scribe i smile

i smile the way you 'scribe
you emerge from the jokester tribe
so many sorghum sorrows have been thrust
so only the punchline pummels can she trust

the doubledealings of the past
when treacherous traceotomies were their steadfast
and now we jews refuse to be their lampshade spews
i weep the way you 'scribe

three healing methaporhpical metorphysical statement platutitudues

the greatest homer hitter was also the grandest striker outer, the babe of ruthdom

the greatest pitchers often have hundreds of losses to their debit

they know tis a game
they don't (publically) acknowledge their rage at being beaten(in the game)

when at the w platz and the cow-orkers say
On this, i'm kindly
on this , i'm rudy the rudestar

whence i 'member tis a game, i flower sweetly
when i take it for rael leaf
i falterfumbleglugluglug

and you smiles my babycore

and you smiles my babycore
yes it was such joy being OFF way OOFF today and nagged by return-to-wor htoughts mainly just the monstrosities and the monstercritics within don't like the meanines therweithin
if only the artings had been profitable,ladyprofirtess

as if on cue, went to the doc to have memories deleted and refreshed and changed and swapped

Taht is what she said and so I'm all I'kannot believe uyou and she says no in fact it's not just getting my shell foam reconfigurated but transposing betwixt the two
wouldn't it be ever tgrand to go in and have the doc unrmember us? well partner to it is that she goes to insight therapy and much like the adult who revisits her school and says "Wow, it's actually acutely small, not enormoty like i'd recollectered", le meme choix for ourselves insofar as the depth of profundus therapizing and suddenly it's like"Wow, i was cynically deep rested as a child, and could not unswaddle from the ur religioisity with its blood carverings and scarification fictations"

south of tel aviv city

south of tel aviv city
sittin' pretty
so many lingos swirling and cavorting
and me just retorting and reporting

north of tel aviv city?
didn't wanna 'go there' but
i'm learning
and yearning
inter-nation-peace so rare lair

an alcoholism is like unto a frogg crossing the superfreway

Remember that frogg game video that the frogg tried(they really do stuff like this, y'know?) to cross the freeway and got smushed each time?
adorable child said once:"
Don't cross over, stay on this side and walk along the roadway.
I said, O child, the game ain't played that way
Said she, but tis safer, tis saferer.
well, same thing with sobriety:
if i stay on THIS(MY) side o' the road
i cool and sober

if i tries to crossover(into norma normal land)
i get speared and smeered

you stupid,girl? No, just alcoholic

those cow-orkers bugrify and transmogrify me with their agility at outdumbing me
and me being the one who is in this plight cuzza my priorlife reluctatnce to

realize booze was bad for me

to realize i needed help to learn(like a river needs levies or it spioils over and loses her monumentum)

to realize that in teh human helping professions my workaholism and over dependencyism would become fullborefulsom

to realize that if i wanted (back then, i'm trhu with that contusion now)
that if i wanted to be a ravenous artiste i would need to
GET MY STUFF OUT THERE AND NETWERKE

so today i grieve all that

same time as non-incidental that i gratitude for my somber rioty