The Mr.Nobody Podcast: Season 3

La Selva: Part 2

My second ceremony consisted in running interference.

A Russian Hare Krishna bully attempts to hijack the umbrella.

It fell to me to handle a situation.

What would my son do?, He would not have allowed abusive behavior.

One turd intimidated the compound.

I gave him another option.

Bullies won't stop on their own.

I came a long way for this surprising task.

Allow.

Astonishment.

Fear.

The smiling face of a warrior.

We fused into one life.

I tried to avoid you, then we superimposed.

I raised my eyes and received the teachings.

Ravished.

Dad...don't forget.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

I'll be in the Rain, Forrest.

Letting go of your ashes.

Surrending mine.

I'm there yet, but I will be.

Things like this don't happen to me.

or do they?

I'll be asking a question that doesn't have an answer.

Going Dark.

I mention a potion.

The love I feel for him.

Admixtures, mush and slipping.

My knows, my body doesn't.

The word start comes up.

One flower pushing up through the concrete.

It wasn't an accident, he was leaving.

On this day.

The more I learn, The less I know.

What's worth dying for? Opium, Mandrake, Cannabis?

Junkies die a recreational death without ceremony, artless.

I didn't know, I circle. I can't know.

Is there a god? There are thousands, we create them, they use us.

Fire, wind, water.

Preverbal. A Void

The Aftermath. 30 days of hanging out my window.

Now hold on a minute!

I Chronicle my dope fiending.

I make harsh connections, I may have killed my son.

No ceremony, just dumbing myself down.

He was holding it like a jewel. Vacuum cleaners dying inside.

But everybody isn't like you.

Wasting decades.

Too late now.

I smoked weed for a month.

A duet. A Forgiveness Program.

Let the guitar tell you. Don't seek Credit.

I scrambled my brain for a month.

A liquid melting chessboard.

Point Zero. Glowing Coals.

A text message.

My son and I used to use a vape pen together.

We need to speak with you today.

What question could I ask?

You can't prepare for it.

What were you trying to tell me?

There is a fly under the piano keys.

Awake me.

Nothing is separate there.

It's better not to talk about it.

You were concerned about something.

Out of my body. Untethered.

This is a program, a memorial.

100 00 00

It doesn't have to mean anything.

What a loss, is it wrong?

Entertainmant or something else.

His first fight. She danced it.

I know he would have said somthing like...

yellow bird.

Dead end,

Green bird.

I'm using my eyes.

The Juice.

The clinic.

I'm usually wrong