Monday 11:32 p.m.
You learn from your deep, dear friends. The Poisonous says he can't remember what the Megong Delta looked like although he was there. He can't conjure up the visual image. Because he can't. I wanted to take him to task with this because if you can't get the visual image, if you can't see it, how can you jerk off? But maybe some folk just can't do the visual image stuff.
He is my deep, dear friend. I've known The Poisonous for maybe thirty five years ... I saw us b0th today in a mirror and how old we loooked! We were in a lift in the National Gallery ensemble in Princes Street, with the baltic Easter outside... I'm very fond of him.
After we had walked around the four galleries from Jeffrey Street till we got to the room with the Van Goghs in it, we counted the money. There's a billion pounds of art in the Van Gogh room and it's all for free. You can sit down there and .... the blossom shot is wonderful and the other one when the boy was in the hospital is obviously mad. Is this socialism, being able to go in there and sit down and watch the Cezannes, the Monets, and the Van Goghs? If it isn't socialism, I'd like socialism to be something like that.
As I was about to go home, he asked if I'd like a beer. I could have said, fung off, you flatheid, I'd rather do that thing you will never do, ra bliss, but instead I went to the pub and watched him spend money on getting me pissed, and I gave him the whole missionary works.
I was superb. The beer was weak. For the first time ever, I think I expressed it, the Tao which cannot be expressed. So it was missionary work. I have read the books. I can somehow do this juju, if not very well.
If you can't even begin to see the picture, you can't do the visualisations. But buddhism is so gigantic, you can go for something else. All the joes and josephines I know must be saints in some way. Maybe he can't visualise, but there is something a bit zenny about ra Poisonous. Maybe that's why he is my deep, dear friend.
If you carouse and drink with flatheids, well, you lose a bit. You lose the calmness which will have been attained by not drinking and just waiting for the desire to go away. But it's not just about moi! Even if he doesn't ever meditate ... who else can tell him about ra bliss? I don't know anyone who meditates around here. Only moi gets ra bliss. Oh, ra bliss, ra bliss, ra bliss! Oh, ra bliss!
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5 comments:
I am sorry your beer was weak.
Just wanted to stop over and tell you that you are awesome. I am thankful to know someone as special as you.
Have a great week Hotboy!
~xo
Lee Ann
Jesus fuck. I've never visited the Mekong delta, but I can still visualise it quite easily by channelling David Attenborough. It's not that hard. Is Poisonous congenitally learning disabled, or perhaps bearing an acquired cognitive obtundation?
You're fortunate they didn't catch you jerking off over the oevres. If that's socialism, thank goodness for the invention of the capitalist stroke journal.
PS I've heard of nursing mothers expressing milk, but if you can express weak beer you could make a fortune in the circus. Forget about trying to be the human clothesdryer.
Lee Ann: I was very pleased the beer was weak! (This is next morning!) Still, I think I had eight of them all told. I'm afraid I'm not really special at all. I do like to meditate though! Thanks for the encouragement. Hotboy.
Ion: The boy's very smart! But he told me when we were doing postgrad library stuff that he couldn't study from notes. He needed to be at the lectures. I don't know how he got through uni with that kind of attitude! I find it hard getting my head round this lack of visualistion. It makes you wonder what's going on in people's heads!
Albert! Is that you? I looked at the bloggy this morning and how I managed to express anything after being in the pub from four o clock amazed me. It's almost in English as well! Hotboy. It was mainly Caledonian 80/, weighing in at 4.1%
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