life throws some hammers, don't it?
Yes it does. The larger part of us now have that wisdom these days, some a little more, some still a little less, and it took only a few decades for the handlers to really begin to mold this sea to shining sea into the piece of lowly law that it is become. ..Now perhaps the effect, combined with nature the undomesticatable, has the potential positive energy needed to hammer people just up enough to teach them that they are their own masters ~~ students all, teachers all, nomads all, governed by their own sentient principles & means to steady enlightenment, with the will 2be one of those optimally informed puzzle pieces in a cosmic box of some billion peaces, +, who some ancient books more ancient than some others still gathering dust and being interpreted from cover to cover by God’s own woeful monkeyshine malfunction, are the headlights all on the pataflafla highways of our flagrantly transcending bit o human connectivity unlike all the rest we’ve been bouncing off one another for eternity it seems. Not makin’ bacon with two little rubber piggies, but staking wakings with a whole lota laughs and some notion that a good small gathering of people can sustain a din, bringing this thing to enough of a ~~ call it spiritual, call it deftly inevitable ~~ head that the truly benevolent matriarchs & patriarchs & maidens & warriors & all the in-betweens of this blessed domain of the weary, the teary, the leery, bleary and outright arreary may see fit to put the good foot forward one more time each day & recover the wellspring that has played her heartstrings since the dawn o daydreams, baby. The iz that may or may not even be the iz we ultimately see.
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try not to forget to throw some back.
I like to think I try. But really all I got is a chip here and a chip there, here a chip, there a
chip, ...only going out to the garage for the big dawg chainsaw when a tree hits the house.
You too, David Baerwald, keep those hammers o’flyin’. A mighty small fan base …is a
mighty fan base nonetheless and can only grow up from whence those first hammers flew.
Maya, who has swum a great lake o fire & cannot ever say it won’t be fire again, says so
too. Although it’s true, she never EVER says it so sappy and full of shit as I so gladly do.
