Mindfulness...

you have heard the buzzword over the last decade or two, what does it really mean, it is as simple as "Keep concentrating" Every few seconds we go on a mental dreamland holiday, you get railroaded distracted, and protracted... from the task at hand, when you forget what you were just thinking of, like when you go to the kitchen and when you get there...

you forgot why you went there... the saddest version of this to forget the happiness that you have had, the unrequited kisses you once longed for... all burnt to dust in the candle holder of your tiny mind... in the Ashtray of your dirty habits

if that is your case you will never be an Astronaut, people who panic are a liability and fill the command module with Vomit and other discharges... maybe that is an example too far...

some memories need the kiss of life to evoke until you one day forget you ever had them all together, which equals a leaking life vessel, dripping until there is just a Ghost in Old folk's home staring into space just looking out the window without actually seeing anything... that is how you become the living dead... 

What I am talking about is the endless lack of continuum between thoughts random and variable and resisting the distraction that may just kill you... it would be better if you lived in a state of awareness that will protect rather than neglect, being stupid is the symptom of a sloppy consciousness...

Idiocy is incurable but laziness is adjustable... when you get too tired to think that is when you need a good self-imposed dose of Mindfulness... to keep you on track to catch a wishful thought and hold it in your hand... things are so easily lost or mislaid... from Penny's to People... make a wallet of your mind; keep it close and keep it safe...

Larry at his best.

The face is a Mask..

As if you needed reminding.. it is the face you were born with or one you choose to wear.. all of life is Acting... but your face is a blessing and a curse.. when you seek spiritual intimacy face to face... all the other "Actors are acting too much to be believed anymore.." they want to hide in anonymity''.. where is the source of real Beauty?... where is the centre of a person? what is the essence of the "Beloved"..

Can it be cut by a surgeon?... or pumped up with botox.. liposucked fat from your Derriere.. Who the fuck are You?!..

are you a Painted face with a suggestive twitching inference of limitless erotic dysfunction... or a hungry soul who needs "Meaning and significance" in your Mortgage Rat play-wheel of suspended imaginary "Retirement".. a future.. you cannot possibly put off the moment of now.. dont forget to pay for your own funeral... as if..

and to share it with a voice in the dark over the phone; calling the Samaritans; can be the closest you ever got to living a living life.. Connections immortal immoral and infinite can occur when you least expect or accept them...

= so we are all in a state of infinite Audition for the part of playing "You".. those long lines of hopefuls, who dont have a hope in hell yet.. it was an exciting day out in the Big City of so many hidden sins.. and small alleyways.. where people end up sleeping off the drink... by the warm winds from the Underground..

fun can set you free: stop worrying about dying and begin to live, only a fool wastes time in paradise...