<p>420 pm sober thoughts on how I Am, We Are Here Now, and Givin’ Miss Turner a proper send off today from our Living Now into the Lived Now.</p>

420 pm sober thoughts on how I Am, We Are Here Now, and Givin’ Miss Turner a proper send off today from our Living Now into the Lived Now.

Raw Life Is Poetry: ‘Accepting ‘W’s Are Fine, Without Em, They’s Jus’ Holes…’

‘Hey, Whats your Story? Might trigger a reptilian response of “Hey Harry,Mr Lounge Lizard, does lucidity alter any perception of what is actually going on here, Now, write large? I am an applied anthropologist who has been researching the expressed patterns within macro, micro, and meta human behavioral expression throughout history, culture, and social exploration, artfully swimming through the burning oil of religious expression, making a logical path through the slick of momentary all consuming weather system that is human emotion arriving into The Now of our shared collective existence. The Now, where baseline logic our confusion clears, giving myself, and likely all coming others their first experience if the wireframe structure of Us. Our aspirational projection of what we are when present in our lives, rather than the hells-cape of avoidance inherent undervaluing the very fabric of living a life not geared for the certain illusion waiting for our collective childhood beyond the process of death. Our Dopamine chasing or triggered bullet of killing being here now to mind what is actually happening rather than our augented little daily compromises of giving ground to everyone else we figure is better than we at being the false version of me inside upon my self made cross, or frozen in crescent moon zealous hope, or constant release of experience as nothing, or surrendering what gives us definition, ego upon another's offered alter of our sacrifice for their not -resent in this our only life course.

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Raw Life Is Poetry: ‘Accepting ‘W’s Are Fine, Without Em, They’s Jus’ Holes…’

Raw Life Is Poetry: ‘Accepting ‘W’s Are Fine, Without Em, They’s Jus’ Holes…’