ryan-michael

there is a world unknown to some.
to most.

my trip to the outback was enlightening,magical,religious, and spiritual .i now understand, now know the other side.

one foot on Oregon
the other more down-so
and the third is even farther.
with my opiate and garden.
two trips east is nothing to get hung about and
nothing to get hung seems like something to get hung about.
power to will is what birds fly for.
nothinglessness is what i do not strive toward.
even with complete assurance of
where i came from and where i stay or where i go does not stop me
from asking-why abandon my opiate and my garden?

filling this "hello" with the wrong location wouldnt be the worst of my problems
i mean only red supports will view the greeting,apology..
which isnt even in this and think that they know. think that these are actual accurate descriptions! hah!
is it actual as in being seen but not what is known. or not what is known but what is felt out of a strong sense that you truly feel that you really know this person.

the links that we posses only hold until that sweet sweet curve places its sleeping cracks on the hat and the cardboard and the charcoal.
cellophane square! HA! come on!

never learning competes with learning about learning and so that does not mean a learned man/women has learned about learning. longing to learn is what brings you to learn about learning. nothingness is what gives one a learned sense of learning. your nothingness is too small, not pure enough.

horscope-gemini

Exerting self-control still won't prevent your feelings from affecting your thoughts. This, of course, suggests that your thinking is not as logical as you prefer. You might rather follow the path of common sense now, but your emotions are receiving important signals from you or someone else. Either way, trust your intuition, regardless of your fear of being irrational.

Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it.
Frank: You know Marcel Proust?
Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.