A little happy pill...
Hardly what I would choose but much better for me at this time, I suppose.
I would love to bring myself back up to the level of effective and mind-silent but it is time I learned to kick-out some more voices. Free-loading on my wavelengths...with this kind of superiority reserved for the gods they hold so dear.
Pyramids?
Walls?
Balustrades?
Columns?
Hut-hut.
Give me an island and a little breeze...
Maybe a ukulele to keep me comfortable with my muse close beside me.
A pile of books.
A satellite hook-up?
A bed out of the rain...
Roll-up the floor...dance on the roof...watch the world turn through seasons of a tropical sky...
Stability is a hoax worse than money...
And security is intelligence turned inside-out and up-side down.
~AC
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