bad dog day


So, here I am this soft mellow morning with a persistent itch on the brain.  It tells me I should have been more … patient … understanding … tolerant … in the family encounter of yesterday.

It’s closely followed by another itch that tells me my behavior was … direct … honest … overdue.

Then something that doesn’t feel itchy in the slightest says “There’s the mirror old girl.  Take a look.”

“Bad bitch, good bitch – is LOOKING-KNOWINGNESS affected by these arguing itches?”

The itching bitching wags its tail.  What a good game!  Toss me another story to tear up!


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Life is amorality


what entertainment, to watch the things Life gets up to
in this dream-spun cocoon!

unburdened, thanks to a mini-mindshift,
there’s no longer a sack of guilt or blame or duty
on my back

what about responsibility?
Life knows how to respond to anything that can be dreamed up
in any of ITs dreams

morality? immorality?
Life is amorality

amorality is an interesting word –
means transcendental love


a huge human hoodwink


fictional self hangs on its tailor-made cross

first, self swallowed its own story,
and then it dreamed up the ‘cross’ concept
to hang its guilty suffering self upon
then, of course  it needed to invent
ways out

best way out?

invent a hereafter, with exclusive admission rights
this keeps self in business – selling sure salvation

but this is what I have seen with savage clarity:
the whole ‘solid-state self’ story is a fake,
a huge human hoodwink

no self : no doership
no doership : no suffering
no suffering : no salvation