From Forwards to Backwards and Beyond

Juanita ana banana,

Name me All your most favorite fruits, in color coordinated alphabetical order.  Leave no pits behind.

Next, I saw an enormous moon this morning...rumor has it, the next one will be even bigger...because it will be nearer.  A Super Snow Moon, or so they say.  Don't you ever wonder who "they" really are?  'They' are probably boring and monotoned.  With plaid socks and pocket protectors.  Looking up at speckles of light through telescopes, all the while speaking into mental megaphones.  Making midgets from dwarfs.  This world that we live in has over corrected their political correctness, only to confuse my muse and create doubt from wrong within a right...but only on left handed turns without stops...should one fully yield, and come completely to a halt.  It's no ones fault, if our truth is hidden within a mystery vault.

Nope, it's no one's fault...because we live in a politically correct world where fault only lies with those who have been run over by the bus.  After all, they chose to step onto the road...an overcrowded road...littered in signs....stating what's right and what's not.

I'm so confused.

But wait, how could that be.

As in me.

Yes, Me.

Or I.

I descend upon this land, with my mirror in hand.  And I, through reason and logic know how and what to decipher (without insult) my lefts from wrongs...without yielding myself or selling my soul to a void of collective mindlessness.  How can I go forward in life, if I am constantly detouring in circles on this over stimulated rock that lies an astronomical unit away from its inferno.

Only time can tell that infinite story,

The man made measure of life...

Man is here to create death, destruction and demise.

For I am just another man, who sees nothing but what has been done...and where we are heading to...

Time, has met me now

Time, has led me here

Time, has brought us all front and center

But NO one accepts the responsibility

But NO one assumes the strongest path

But NO one dares walk a line crooked from corruption....

Greed finds teeth bitten in the flesh of a core, weakened by all the division that time brought us all.

Humanity will remain divided as long as it works on an individual basis, irrelevant of what is to come...because, with time, everything will change...and we will become the forgotten ghosts of yesteryear.

To bad, what a pity and here we were thinking that this all mattered for something significant.

Change for the better is but a dream that will only exist in a thoughtless life, where self becomes selfs as a whole...and time, at that point won't matter...because a higher conscious sees no barrier between here, there or anywhere.

Fill that pit with smoke and fire and watch it burn bright with light...void of desire.

The enemy of us, and friend of the me.

Like I said, too bad.

PUFF like that Magic Dragon

Tom is scared of food, and Melissa made my bag of clothes smell like bananas...damn her, and damn them.  She'll get hers too, one day not too late...soon enough.

Two in the morning and you're writing emails about your mini fridge, as if your trying to make all other appliance jealous.  Might I suggest a hot plate or crockpot be added to your repertoire.

Whatever you do, don't forget to drink your water...it is, without doubt, the most crucial nutrient your body needs.

Speaking of nutrition, I baked two duck eggs with spinach and squash.  Of course I added in a small container of egg white solution to up the quantity of overall nutrition.  I also brought with me two apples.  I already finish about a forth of the baked eggs and for dessert I had one Apple.  In about sixty minutes, I should be having my second dose of my baked eggs.

Maybe I should start a cooking podcast.

If only I had the desire for attention.

I love going ignored, don't let that confuse you though...I do like educating and inspiring even more.

Remember, you must love yourself first before you can even begin to allow outside love to find you...and when you find it, grow with it.

The One constant in life is change.

I have eleven remaining appointments today, what will I do after I am done like a nun...rosary and all...some hot vinyasa with meg and her sorority girl following.  They can be so nauseatingly cliquish, but they do look cute in their yoga pants but too annoying in their Kardashian tone.  This world has already been hand delivered to a domaine of eternal useless stupidity.  And I, it's ever loving...everlasting  quiet observer....just watch in a stupendous amazement the obsolete idiotic chaos that I am force fed to endure.

It's where yuck and puke meet for brunch.

Personally, I love brunch.  The best of all worlds.

I live and die with my eggs, regardless of weather...season...or mood!

Roll that thought and smoke it.

You Miss 100% of the Shots You don't Take

First place and counting, that's right how about them Islanders!  It's still a long ways away before Lord Stanley's Cup tournament...quite possibly the most intense tournament in North American professional sports, with participants from all around the world.  It's the only sport in the world that it's a good thing to score a goal and get into a fist fight in the same game.  You certainly aren't allow (nor is it condoned) to do that in any other sport...and I am including boxing and MMA.

FYI (short for your information)

DYK (an abbreviation for did you know) that I use to take hot yoga with a former MMA champ?

His name is Chris Wiedman, and he is a swell of a guy.

You just never know who you are going to meet at yoga class, you really don't.

I've met some really crazy people there too.  As a matter of fact, most people at hot yoga are crazy.

But don't let them know I said so, after all what's that saying about throwing stones if you live in a glass house.

That's why I always wanted to live in a teepee, there is no need OR desire to throw stones.  Stone throwing is overrated and underscored.

Unless you're skipping stones, because that's fun and good.

As a kid, I could spend an entire afternoon trying to skip the perfect stone...hence, how and why I have profoundly come to peace with the philosophy that perfection is a transient illusion that leads to anxiety, angst and a constant insatiable desire for more of everything.

Being that I have said less with more before, I might as well quite while I am a head with short hair....once upon a time I had a lot of hair, and all that got me was a big bill for shampoo and conditioner.

Can I please, please...please find the resolve for happiness even with nothing in hand.

That would be a great humanistic lesson to be had.

Don't you say?

The quote by Wanye Gretzky