Selfish Elf

Hiss or Bliss?  Glum with gloom or glad with glee?

 Listening to the baroque pop orgy on whrb.   Waiting for the Bkly Free Clinic to get back to me with an appointment for my crown (it fell out last Monday;  lower-left, no. 19, to be precise).   I had a chile relleno burrito - possibly the best burrito I’ve ever eaten.   Hit the spot.  My mouth’s g-spot, lol.  The Shokz headphones I found are worth $130, and the JBL speaker, $90.    So that’s like finding money!  Blog is doing well, last couple days.  Maybe I’m getting bigger, as God is wont to do.  De-itty and ID yet?  (and tie-dye).  I’m doing more pushups.  I think I’ve lost a couple pounds.  Less eating, without the crown - is the silver lining, to that.  My feet are improving, too.   My new shoes are fantastic.  I bought a new backpack, which looks smart.  I’ve got a ton of books and trivia and news and email to read, so I’m feeling a bit swamped, actually.    It’s showing itself in my dreams.   But that’s okay.   At least I’m not bored.   My mom has my chess set.  Fools that run their mouths off wind up dead, it’s said.  K sera sera.  Hope my blog isn’t too long.  You can mute me whenever you want :-)

Baroque pop ended.  Now it’s musicals.  Good stuff.  Hop over to wprb.  Also, good.  Good noise, totally subjective.  Good light, good noise, good smells, good food, good touch.  Not the same for everybody, granted.  Some of them want to…   Anyway, Mike gave me a bag of dates (pitted).  I’ll eat them as soon as I’ve got all my teeth.  Maybe celebrate with a pizza.  I should give my card out to all the staff, for fun, after.   I was thinking of giving them all candy.   Ha.  Blog is at 225, so far.  Over an hour to go.  Yesterday, 297.  Sunday, 318.   Saturday, 100.  Friday, 8 (lol).  I need to work hard.  I’ll get big, sooner or later, if I keep at it.  

My message?  God is love.  You start loving what you can love, and -incrementally- adding things.   Your love expands.  Wider, and deeper.  Until eventually, you love All.  All?  Allah!   Until it truly is All Good, All Right.   You love yourself.  You love another.  You love the devil.   That’s the goal.  You even love death.  Life is good.  Embrace all of it.   You love God.  God made everything.   You love love.  You love the Source.  It’s regressive - You love your parents, grandparents, great-grandparents.  You love Reality.  You love thy enemy.  You are one with everything.   I AM.  This is bliss.   

    

Hissing you miss your sis?  Nobody’s perfect.  Sorry.  Unless you think everyone’s perfect, just the way they are.  Bear burial, dharma drama, widgets for midgets, an eternity and infinity of serenity, sanity, and unity.  Beseeching each leech to eat a peach on the beach.  A rib-eye for the rabbi.  Beyond all polarities, I AM.  Tough love for murderers, monsters, street-fighters, serial-killers, and assassins.  Bloodthirsty vampires and demons and hellions.  Soldiers, hitmen, criminals, thugs, brawlers.  God bless ‘em all, every one!  Love thy neighbor.  All in all is all we are.  Know thyself.  Check yourself before you wreck yourself.  There’s an elf in yourself.  There are elves in yourselves.  Actually, Buddha says there is no self.  You aren’t who you thought you were.   You’re a vehicle.  We’re all possessed.  Maybe nobody’s driving, leaving you a bit at sea.   Live and learn.  I guess that’s where God becomes useful.  You belong to Him, you are a part of something bigger than yourself, you’re in love.   Right?

Dissolving into peace, god, and enlightenment / endarkenment.   Do you ever finally reach a point of knowing?  Or do you just wake up one day, and say, I'm going?  Nirvana, is it a spell? Nervonnuh!  Mad, crazy, insane.  Attachment to AT&T, desire for a sire, aversion to a version.  Forever in debt to your priceless advice.  Good, negative, and neutral.  Benevolence and malevolence.  The benign indifference of the universe bit you.  Curioser and curioser!  God is love.  Some say, a river, a razor, a hunger, a flower.  Gloves, evolution, patient, kind, blind, everything.  It doesn't boast.  Hosting a ghost.  Just alive enough to enjoy being dead.  I cast a spell on you.  Like a lure on a lake!  Horse lord. 

Ore (of 'or' words) (linguistic choice)

Oregon, bore, core, door, four, floor, gore, whore, Jor-el, corps, lore, Noor, nor, poor, pore, quorum, roar, sore, soar, tore, -vore, wore, yore.   There are a lot more.   horse lord.  born, corn, Dorn, fornicate, horn, forlorn, mourn, porn, torn, worn.   orb, Corwin, Forbes, absorb.  orc, dork, fork, Gorky, Mork, pork, Rourke, Sorkin, torque, work, spork.   bored, chord, Ford, gourd, hoard, Jordan, lord, Mordor, sword, toward, word.  morpheus, Morf, mortician, form, Gormenghast, orphan, organization, ornery, orchestra, orrery, orson Welles, Oort cloud, Orville, Orrin, Borzoi...  torf (true or false), fort, abort, cortisol, port, sort, torte, tort, tortoise...

v's

you ARE a vire, jess

you're saint and god, jess

because you know I need codeine to deal with you

we know what you are

we know we like to follow you

she's crying, Jesse

you're a dream jess, you're a dream

a strong week

It's Monday, mon.   Come to Jamaica!

It's tutu Tuesday.  You can be a ballerina or Desmond.

Wedding Wednesday!  when? the D is silent

   when's day? from sunrise to sunset

Thursday is hers, Sunday is the son's

   Thor is Thuringian, third thursdays

French Friday, for the freaky friars

Satyrs take the SAT exam on Saturday

happy hippies, sad sadhus (who?)

loving chopped liver, hating heights

thirsty thursdays, hungry Hungarians 

listening to pure bliss, smelling hell

seeing being free, like me

toast taste test

touching much? few (phew)

hearing cheers for tears for fears

good god, the devil is in Evelyn

a slave to the wave, the perfect surf

hike and bike with spike and mike and ike

  kikes and dykes in the third reich 

  little tikes on trikes stick spikes through their nikes - psych!

camping in the damp

the future of nature features sutures and dentures

dotty daughter and debtors

the nagging negro from Niger

listening bliss, or noise that annoys

beyond the pale, impaled on a pole

brain and brawn, and Brenda

Sergei Brin eats raisin bran

Prince prances about Princeton

schizophrenic: both splenic and irenic

Allah or nun, everything E.T.

dei by day, knight by night

morning and evening, mourning and getting even

exchanging vows, and the voivode of Wallachia

Vlad Tepes on TV in Vermont (VT)

the nature of Nate, the essence of Jesse

shitbit

today, I was threatened.  A man said, if that dog barks at me, I'll shoot you in the fucking face, I swear to God.  He was reaching in his backpack.   Guess I won't walk there, anymore.  Not exactly bliss, I must admit.  A black man.  Near Target.   Of course.   The radio lyric says, "start a war, just for the feeling" and also, I was wearing a blue jacket, and he, red sweatpants.   Also, maybe black people think whites should be their slaves, if God were just?  Just a thought.  That, or reparations, to repair relations.   Malcolm X school, nearby, and MLK jr. way, too.  Maybe Berkeley can make things right.   Without people getting medieval on asses, so to speak.  The whole thing is fuct up,  fact.  Reel talk.  Fuct up, and down with the clown.  How does a cucumber become a pickle?  It goes through a jarring experience.