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I AM NOT CONTAINED BY THIS UNIVERSE (Other) by Prince of Void

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Dovina 20-Feb-05/7:59 PM
Hey dude, whatcha smokin’? I’m trying to be slanderous and obnoxious in long-standing Poemranker propcol, but, hey, we’re having a monsoon here in Southern California. I just got back from a long walk in the last inch of 42 this winter with a stop for a pinot noir. The last monsoon was about 1850 as I recall, the year the entire basin flooded from what we now call Newport all the way to the Los Angeles River and more. We called it the Big Water, but to the Spaniards, well, they had to rename everything kinda Christian, going along with the San Fernando Mission I guess. Anyway, my brave got the wickiup built and we settled in on higher ground – no mission living for us, like all those lilly-liver tribesmen and their weak wasted squaws. No, my brave flips back the flap and saunters in with that “Aala, get ready” look, and well, the rest is karmic transference. Reminds me of the good days listening to Buddha talk about the non-existence of the “I,” - just a fiction really, and the only thing that lasts is karma. I went along with it and meditated deep into myself to find my own truth as the Budda said, but, ya know, that rebirth stuff threw me, still does. Seems to me that if any of that karma stuff really goes into pigs and the like and then back to me, I’d feel piggish, maybe look a bit piggish too. Oh well, if it really works, maybe you really can get your ass clean outa the universe and away from it all. Bon voyage.




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