“What simple action could you take today to produce a new momentum?”
Tony Robbins
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engaging spirited mechanics w/ a new momentum, hence theme of the scene = revamping the happening, & since ‘Presence’ the means, the 'how-for’ in 'being’ — embracing the Order, flying Snoopy Styley (dancing)
“Coming together is a beginning; keeping together is progress; working together is success.”
Henry Ford
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as never before saga continues w/ an ultimatum of self faced fathomed function’d unto some mantra of accordance to be featured via story here/now coming together
see babe,,, (sigh) been daytrippin’ (nighttrippin’ too) nah not how you’re thinkin’ but def str8 slipping round the clock from beta-version test-script o high-flying standards i’ve (unwittingly?) (unskillfully?) (prematurely?) precisely set for self & successfully smash-hitt’d into my face like cream-puff pie that gone pow (sound effects:) ‘y-owch’ / 'yum’
quite glum because of it
good news b work 2 do & since no having cake'n'mackin’ too, losing the turkish D. line drawn drawing guns & already being back 2 back w/ the doppelganger foe that been cliffhanging my soul, bout time to rep my stand pace face-off spin rounds that fire true in a once and for all kinda way (4 some reason seeing more clearly continuous-like now & into the 'how come’ that ever-since been behind the fall —
1. quest for self-perfection (aka denying fabric of finely balanced life) 2. fissures in the levy add up (self-esteem = fragile thing til suddenly CRUSH’D (stomp’d gusher b i)) 3. general life ∞ love confusion spun-out beyond control (direct result of street-living as the Wild Things do? perhaps boo)
any-hoo suddenly appears to me all 3 quite simply, the result of mind heart spirit, unaligned — a moral dilemma to crack skillet school like skrillex (anon, too) (tom. soon) til then working @ hyperloop-swinging a tight confine —
“It’s impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.”
Roald Dahl
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hey mama. thinking on ya. really want to call u soon. but found a pen & thought writing’d be some more intimate a thing to do.
anyways,
life’s magical.
sure. started telling myself first thing. every morning. as a reminder. most mornings, don’t believe it. but that’s why i always also say:
seriously tho.
soon as that, take a step back, go like:
fabulous gr8 – but wait now, how?’
right like that – start looking for ways. surprising the things u’d discover throughout ur day.
so what’s special with u? any good crosswords? haven’t had a chance to grab the Times. same changed difference over here tho. still wrapped in this cocoon. sometimes feels i’m playing sudoku w/ the alphabet. othertimes, it’s like: life’s magical. yep. in any case, a cocoon no place to crib. have to get back to the experiment
