pull up your pants or tuck in your shirt. how about you shut your eyes. the offense is all your’s.

cho is here indoctrinating people with mill run. jesus fucking christ. he spend the first four hours talking about saving money and using the resources at your feet, then seamlessly segways into importing the material to accomplish these ends. the greatest contradictions come from your teachers who do not do. where is your farm? what do you grow? oh, yeah. cause here is my farm, and here are my methods. they work. and they are sugar cheap.

another day of mutilation tomorrow. nay, let’s build with the hawaiians. let’s connect with the ruffians. let’s make macro change in micro ways.

missionary style.

i wanted to warn you about paranoia. the biggest turn off is running out of energy.

ted opened my eyes wide shut. thanks. seven more teachers to find. and i hope the next rings true.

i accomplished a lot today. called my council man, made an appointment for him to come visit my farm. called the ministry and got disgusted with their attitude. cut a trail. cleaned up a bunch of kindling. revived an ohia. leveled a path down a steep ravine. created a sign reading “Join the UpRising! (emelia’s sigil)”. and then ate two dinners with master cho.

which brings me to my next point. delia.

i want a girl to wonder with. perhaps i will give her a chance. emelia ba delia. so are the odds. such is the vision.

i have promised much, and now is the time to deliver. so get off you ass, and go forth!

shudder.

avowing to change the world. one con at a time.

i am learning how to sleep. to keep my mind in a sweet slumber. to visualize and control all aspects of chaos.

now this is happening.

yesterday i fell off a cliff while lifting a pallet. the wet leaves beneath my feet gave way and my slip ensued. i kept my grip on the pallet and my cool. slid. then hit the bottom and began the climb back up. not a moment did i think to myself, oh shit. i thought, oh this. such a subtle rearrangement in conditional situations made all the difference.

zen.

the deck is expanding. that still doesn’t stop the rain from coming in at night. fueled by the wind. blown through the smallest of gaps.

i need to find some energy. hippie speed ball. mmm. that’s a good start.

the internet allows you to experience anything at any time, but not in it’s full affect, so don’t get too caught up and forget to live. put away your camera, remember the good times with your mind. get off the facebook and plant a garden. climb a tree. experience the now while it still exists.

wizard’s square garden.

blown away. again, the same thing.