Living Myth

The existing ZEN is Cliff again and again. Monestary means notoriety. I exist ont the streets of Muncie with the WHITE TARA ceremony in my head. Mangles and bobbles of the buddhist mind are nothing if not applied. Sexuality is not covered in that course. I keep my arms reaching for the sky. I appear clear, but the mud is all over me. Degradation and putrid imagery is the way you all BLESS me. No blessing, you are messing with ECOLOGY, and frightening the DEER, actually. The brains of football even turn your way today and see the country roads I have walked down with BLADE, not samauri sword. Running toward a dream, I walk away and put the ink to page. Embrace is in future destiny, but not on this day of rage behind my eyes. Migraines left behind, I now deal with the carnage of your energy every minute of every day walking in the city. Play the guitar, not the lute, and you will be fairy enemy for all eternity.