Lots of Laughs.

And so sitting in his place, he wondered why it is that he runs in this mouse wheel? His pace has slowed over these days, as these thoughts have worn at his legs.

Then he blinked and the world opened up before him, colourful green pastures and deep blue oceans, fun in every sparkle.

He remembered.

Life is a dream, a game, a dance, a show.
Dream, play, dance and act I will. The strings are yours to pull as you will.

Where do I want to go?

God-speak.

Life is most certainly like an onion Sir. Yes - layers upon layers of constructed meaning - everywhere my eyes wander. Things could be simpler. Things are simpler.

Sometimes I forget everything and just float in my thoughtless observations. But how thoughtless can they be? Are not the things I see and hear and smell and taste and feel all 'thoughts' in that they're processed by my mind? What difference then is there between these seemingly 'simple' 'thoughts' and the more complex thoughts involved in the layers?

And even if there were a difference, would not these 'thoughtless observations' always have the potential to become infinitly more complex, as I zoom and zoom and zoom in on the scene?

And see? We've made another few layers of mess.

*shakes his head furtively*

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So I forever take comfort in something a dear friend just told me once - in a moment of 'black-hole-ed-ness' -

"Why not just be happy now"?

And I do believe, yes I do believe that it was also a good friend of he who once imparted that wisdom on him! And so I do believe, yes I do believe that it's my god-given duty to pass that wisdom on.

So for all you online-readers, you cyber-thought-collectors and information gathers - here is my GREAT WISDOM.

Be Happy.

With all your might, be happy. Enjoy.
It's simple. It's to the point. Nothing at all complicated.
It's power is in its simplicity. Don't cloud it up. It's pure, distilled, 100% god-speak.

Oh, and it's nothing new. I dare not even attempt take credit for the creation of this idea. If even any of us may take credit for creating anything.

Bob Marley said it in his song - Don't worry be happy.
The Wombats said it in their song - "This could all go so wrong, but we're so happy!!".
In his melancholy song, Scott Weiland said it - "I'll believe anything, it's a beautiful day!".
John Keats said it in his poem - "Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know".

Be happy for the gift of life and vision you have. I use the term vision here broadly - refering to all you sense around you... and in you. This world. This gift. This beauty.

Be happy.
Dance often.
Sing often.
Smile often.
Laugh often.
Do good often.

Luxuries.

Walking in the sun, a leisurly pace well in hand, I wonder -

Who could want more than a crisp shirt on their skin and a gentle breeze to feel on their face?

Who? :)

It seems my life is a luxury.
...like every little thing it is a little luxury.

God I love lifes little luxuries.

^_^

Scraps.

Listening to this album is a little bit inspiring. The melodies are simply quite... playful. And as I feel the music I can't help but feel a little playful myself.


I've often thought my life might be a little more lovely if I would simply play more. Life's a game after all, and we're just playing - aren't we? Let's get a little less serious and a little more wonderful.


And besides, this all reminds me of a similar feeling I felt after seeing these girls -





It's a wonderful feeling - being encouraged to be loud, vocal, primal and instinctual. I guess it's a stretching of your boundaries. A night of debauchary where you completely release the constraints of everyday acceptable behaviour - then the next day, you might just feel a little looser - a little less constrained and a little more free and open in your actions.

I think I need a good dance. Can't wait to be better!

I don't wanna fuck.

Would you understand me,
if I said -

I don't wanna fuck,
I just want some of that
first class
feminine
energy!
?

Beauty

'Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all -
ye know on earth, and all ye need to know'
- John Keats. 1795–1821

In these city streets and urban landscapes,
more and more I lean to the same places,
to feel and see beauty, full and breathtaking.

At every street corner, at every turn,
a graceful gait, soft skin, a wild and free aire.
A fluttering skirt, a sensuous frame,
a tenderness oozing from every pore.

Such beauty to be found in that feminine frame,
and daily, hourly, it takes my breath away :)

Meditate

Things...were...too...fast.
There were... too many,
complications.

And so he closed his eyes,
drew breath,
and let go.