Real Zen. Real Good.I’d like to be Zen. I’d be happy, when I’m Zen. You know, at peace and shit. All “one with the world, don’t give a damn” philosophy: Just Zen. Balanced like two dollargreen Buddha statues on both sides of a seesaw. It’s hard to be Zen nowadays. There’s no inner peace, especially at rush hour, no Zen at all. Zen, like a pink lotus blossom floating down the Nile— no, the Amazon. Yeah, that’s Zen right there. I’ll be sipping on a tea at Starbucks and some guy will be like, “Fuck you!” And I’ll just say,Real Zen. Real Good.
Lemonade"Lemonade"Lemonade
I still remember the citrus scented girl Who was always sipping on a glass of
Her mother’s golden lemonade. Her tiny fingers could hardly hold The water sequined goblet that would Be flowing with the lemon draught,
Lifting the chalice high she gave a toast, “May it never change!”
Lemon girl lost her mother, Now she makes the lemonade.
When she squeezes the citrus fruit, The acid stings and irritates the
Cuts and scratches on her cuticles. She always puts in too little sugar. Lemon lady drinks lemon water now. To
What Deams May BeSleepers dream of nightmares And the dreamers fear the sleepersWhat Deams May Be
Who doze and shut their eyes.
Dusk begins to settle in the heavens And the stars wink through the skies, A wind catches a single dandelion seed And plants it on the green grass lawn.
A plant will grow from that feathered germ.
Whether it’s a weed, Whether it’s a flower, Or a pink moocow, That plant is what the eye will make.
Thus the sleeper will keep sleeping and The dreamer will keep dreaming,
While those who fear a nightmare Will twist and turn with tumultuo
The Talk“The Talk”The Talk
“Son, there comes a time in every man's life when—”
“Dad, is this really necessary?”
“Of course it is. It's a coming-of-age process. A time long speech that I heard from my father, and he heard from his father, and he heard from my great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather heard it from his father; that would make him your great-great-great-great-grandfather; and, you see, he was from Ireland—”
“Oh please, spare me. Lindsey put you up to this didn't she?”
&nbs
Wow
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When it comes to things that move I either want to kill it, have sex with it, or eat it... Sometimes all three, in that order.
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PATZURA!!!! click the link to see someone fold a shirt.
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