I did once but then this weird magical crocodile tongue burrowed it’s way into them and now I can’t ride a bike comfortably..
Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field. I’ll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn’t make any sense.
This is the first time that I have ever been called a peasant and frankley anon, I’m offended, wounded even..