"I have been and still am a seeker, but I have ceased to question stars and books: I have begun to listen to the teachings my blood whispers to me.
Herman Hesse, Prologue to Demien
.....from the 60s......
Am I missing something here? This LOVE stuff is outta control. It's in everything I research, it's in just about every conversation I have in some shape or form.
I mean, I know it's important in all of this meaning of life stuff, but reeeeeally. Some things seem to me to be just plain overcooked. As you all know I'm just about deaded, been around so long I'm starting to mould like the bread in the tent this morning. You would think with so much experience in 'LIFE' and all things connected, that I would have a pretty good handle on all of this LOVE stuff. Uh uh (as in shaking head 'no' uh uh!). Nup (no). Not me. The last time anyone told me they loved me they had me confused with someone else. I had a dog Ricky who disappeared on a Christmas Day when I was 5 and I'm pretty sure Ricky loved me. Well he used to lick me. I think he did. Oh maybe he didn't. Hmmmm.... It WAS 50 years ago or so. Nup. Scratch Ricky. I had a few girls since then but I can't even remember their names let alone whether they loved me. I think I probably loved them at the time but then I think I liked Jack Daniels and coke more. Who knows....
I mean, I know it's important in all of this meaning of life stuff, but reeeeeally. Some things seem to me to be just plain overcooked. As you all know I'm just about deaded, been around so long I'm starting to mould like the bread in the tent this morning. You would think with so much experience in 'LIFE' and all things connected, that I would have a pretty good handle on all of this LOVE stuff. Uh uh (as in shaking head 'no' uh uh!). Nup (no). Not me. The last time anyone told me they loved me they had me confused with someone else. I had a dog Ricky who disappeared on a Christmas Day when I was 5 and I'm pretty sure Ricky loved me. Well he used to lick me. I think he did. Oh maybe he didn't. Hmmmm.... It WAS 50 years ago or so. Nup. Scratch Ricky. I had a few girls since then but I can't even remember their names let alone whether they loved me. I think I probably loved them at the time but then I think I liked Jack Daniels and coke more. Who knows....
.......Mabel, is that you Mabel?.....
I mean, I can understand how important LOVE is. It makes people do really crrraaaazzeeeee things they get soooo 'in love'. You know how sometimes, when you are 'WITH' someone and you just want to hug them so much that you want to be inside them. So you do.
Huh?
Oh (giggle, giggle).... No not like that. I mean sorta ONE WITH THEM, sorta spiritually speaking. I'm a bit like that NOW. Since I started playin' around with all the spooks, mystics and Buddha babies, I've sorta got to be ONE with, weelll sorta everyone. And I kinda LOVE everybody. Like peace love and understanding. But I'm still missing out on that LOVE that everyone else does everyday. You know. Then again I 'spose it's hard havin' a normal lovey dovey relationship living in the tent. Although, come to think of it 'Birdie', my bush dove comes and sings love songs to me every morning. Is that LOVE? I mean REAL love. Can't be I don't LOVE Birdie. Not like real love.
Huh?
Oh (giggle, giggle).... No not like that. I mean sorta ONE WITH THEM, sorta spiritually speaking. I'm a bit like that NOW. Since I started playin' around with all the spooks, mystics and Buddha babies, I've sorta got to be ONE with, weelll sorta everyone. And I kinda LOVE everybody. Like peace love and understanding. But I'm still missing out on that LOVE that everyone else does everyday. You know. Then again I 'spose it's hard havin' a normal lovey dovey relationship living in the tent. Although, come to think of it 'Birdie', my bush dove comes and sings love songs to me every morning. Is that LOVE? I mean REAL love. Can't be I don't LOVE Birdie. Not like real love.
....come with meee, little boy......
See how confusciouss I am dot. I'd really really really like to be in love but I can't because I am so confused about what it is apart from the fact it makes you do stupid, craaazzzeee things, sometimes life threatening, which can't be good for longevity can it? And speaking of the body where is this LOVE located. Most people seem to think it's connected with the heart, why I just don't know. I reckon it's more the anus.
Huh? Why?
Well, most of the time you think about it is watching telly just before bed, or just before dinner, or at the pub. And in all of those instances you are likely to be sitting down....on your anus. Makes sense, no. And another thing about LOVE. Why do they associate Roses with love. I mean of all of the pretty smelly flowers on the planet they have to pick the most expensive. See, it's just commercialized, i reckon. Don't get me wrong. I mean I LOVE stuff. There's aaarrgghhmm......... aaarrgghhmm....... let me think........ I know........ I LOVE......Wilson. You know my ball Wilson. Ever since I officially appointed him national security director at La Chateau Tento, it hasn't been burgled once. Oh yeah, I LOVE WILSON. Hmmmm....... now I'm beginning to understand this L-O-V-E thingie. Yep. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like Big Macs. Hmmmm...... is that all there is to love. Haven't been missing much, have I?
Maybe it's about time I fell. In love I mean. I might Google to see what's involved. Let's talk more tomorrow huh?
Huh? Why?
Well, most of the time you think about it is watching telly just before bed, or just before dinner, or at the pub. And in all of those instances you are likely to be sitting down....on your anus. Makes sense, no. And another thing about LOVE. Why do they associate Roses with love. I mean of all of the pretty smelly flowers on the planet they have to pick the most expensive. See, it's just commercialized, i reckon. Don't get me wrong. I mean I LOVE stuff. There's aaarrgghhmm......... aaarrgghhmm....... let me think........ I know........ I LOVE......Wilson. You know my ball Wilson. Ever since I officially appointed him national security director at La Chateau Tento, it hasn't been burgled once. Oh yeah, I LOVE WILSON. Hmmmm....... now I'm beginning to understand this L-O-V-E thingie. Yep. It makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Like Big Macs. Hmmmm...... is that all there is to love. Haven't been missing much, have I?
Maybe it's about time I fell. In love I mean. I might Google to see what's involved. Let's talk more tomorrow huh?
....Nup. Not LOVE. Ex Con. He's trying to stop her from escaping......
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