"According to US law, if you give us your plastic card and a satellite crashes, we are eligible to make you help pay for our insurance fees, technically, but we are trying to be the better person here and give you a refund"
The pie plant... is not a lie. Promise. There is cake! And there is gold at the end of the rainbow. But yes... I also wasn't always sure. Quite the nerve ride.
As entertaining, joyful as full of solemn truth. As it should be. Only contradictions in ones head, and on a world standing on its head. And the truth shall set you free. And for what it is worth: I will never ask anyone to bow to me. (Or... spill anyone's salt.) Would also be awkward. But only to bow to ones own heart, ones true self. Which, I suppose, a guy named Jesus once gave a decent shot to personify.
edit: @ that kitchen gun add if only it was so easy. I could have become the Anti-Christ afterall. But brute force as such turns any dance into crap. A dance must be free and organic to serve God, Love and the Great Mandala.
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