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Flavoring Roachable Conditions \ Pride Kills
\\Approaching Unfavorable Conditions//
Like the death of a child in a dream,
Through holding the erroneous appearance
Of the varieties of suffering to be true
One makes oneself so tired.
Therefore, it is a practice of bodhisattvas when meeting with
unfavorable conditions to view them as erroneous.
- Ngulchu Thogme, "The Art of Reality"[/font]
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so tired , one
self oneself , tiring{of]
se'f.....
re'tiring retreat,retread dropdead hol
ding
holdingholding & hol
ding to [an]
erroneous
ErrorOneousness.......holding to
prepossion of tired tiring
thinking
thinking
& more's
thee shal'low
th'ought
of me, I, mine,
everthought
fo'everthink
me'my shit
gon'drag 'me'
round my'roneus reality by
d'balls,nuts,testickulars.....so,
onliest thing to be counted upon is that
human thoughts-of-self
in whatever is thought
of
as some relative Reality,
w'ill
be
near-perfectly erroneous.......
AND that is 'really'
kindalike okay---
stop believing
whatever wee thinks,& eye'll
bet
we'll feel as if shedding a
huge burden ---
bigshit 'self'
unloaded -
(Pride K'ills!!)
dkzkdkzk6nov2013ArtpoomsArtpxtrs99.9%poopfree
Like the death of a child in a dream,
Through holding the erroneous appearance
Of the varieties of suffering to be true
One makes oneself so tired.
Therefore, it is a practice of bodhisattvas when meeting with
unfavorable conditions to view them as erroneous.
- Ngulchu Thogme, "The Art of Reality"[/font]
[font=Verdana]-------------------------------------------------------------
so tired , one
self oneself , tiring{of]
se'f.....
re'tiring retreat,retread dropdead hol
ding
holdingholding & hol
ding to [an]
erroneous
ErrorOneousness.......holding to
prepossion of tired tiring
thinking
thinking
& more's
thee shal'low
th'ought
of me, I, mine,
everthought
fo'everthink
me'my shit
gon'drag 'me'
round my'roneus reality by
d'balls,nuts,testickulars.....so,
onliest thing to be counted upon is that
human thoughts-of-self
in whatever is thought
of
as some relative Reality,
w'ill
be
near-perfectly erroneous.......
AND that is 'really'
kindalike okay---
stop believing
whatever wee thinks,& eye'll
bet
we'll feel as if shedding a
huge burden ---
bigshit 'self'
unloaded -
(Pride K'ills!!)
dkzkdkzk6nov2013ArtpoomsArtpxtrs99.9%poopfree
Published 6th Nov 2013
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7th Nov 2013 1:25am
I wanted
to beleaf
but I fell
from the
tree
of life
and all I
know is
decaying...
nice poem..:)
to beleaf
but I fell
from the
tree
of life
and all I
know is
decaying...
nice poem..:)
7th Nov 2013 1:20pm
what falls up
must
befell down...
falling up befelling down over& again
must
befell down...
falling up befelling down over& again
Anonymous
7th Nov 2013 1:13pm
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7th Nov 2013 1:28pm
unfortunately iyam seriously cyber'ignorant,
neurologically
unteachable,
& (g'odd4give me)
lazy ----
wit few eXceptions, my stuff is spontaneously 'created' right here in DUPland, & then link post wit my'o'my FB page....that's about as 'organized' as I can be about this stuff & real-life in general........
thankyou for dropping in, & public'ly admitting it.
peace&blessings//dkzk
neurologically
unteachable,
& (g'odd4give me)
lazy ----
wit few eXceptions, my stuff is spontaneously 'created' right here in DUPland, & then link post wit my'o'my FB page....that's about as 'organized' as I can be about this stuff & real-life in general........
thankyou for dropping in, & public'ly admitting it.
peace&blessings//dkzk
8th Nov 2013 6:48am
I have nothing ' constructive' to say.
You are tha shiz nit, and the beez kneez all rolled into one big donut hole of goodness.
Weird azz but visually striking and dare I say brilliant delivery coupled with down home sensible phil-os-o-phy. It's kinda like talkin to my great uncle in his workshop while he talks out one side of his mouth and spits 'baccy out the other.
You are tha shiz nit, and the beez kneez all rolled into one big donut hole of goodness.
Weird azz but visually striking and dare I say brilliant delivery coupled with down home sensible phil-os-o-phy. It's kinda like talkin to my great uncle in his workshop while he talks out one side of his mouth and spits 'baccy out the other.
8th Nov 2013 7:34am
when I was a baseballer (NO softball) in a nearly invisible semi-pro league way back in the'80s, a big chaw of RedMan & streaming black sluice into the dust
was a major pleasure.......
baseball without chaw
is like baseball with tin bats..meaning kinda fucked.
I can't watch baseball anymore if no one is 'allowed' t'spit black wit a brown stain on his chin. Ha!
~your compliment was most sweet, kid~
was a major pleasure.......
baseball without chaw
is like baseball with tin bats..meaning kinda fucked.
I can't watch baseball anymore if no one is 'allowed' t'spit black wit a brown stain on his chin. Ha!
~your compliment was most sweet, kid~
