here we go

well look who's hit the big time...i me we written work to the world...wonder amazement...it is going on...advancement gives cheer...i'm blogging and uploading videos...how cool...forty one years old...spent twenties trying to make money .. thirties trying not to...so now fourth decade and not doing either..a new path but it's lost in the fog././.so burn ...burn burn burn ...going slow and letting the bright hot sun work...reading ken wilburs ...mind, spirit, body and shadow...so..started to excersise with intention, strenghtened spiritual practice, eating for all sentient beings and doing shadow work...a sub personality says "all absurd"... stale and dry... hedonistic pleasures are better....(make a lot of money...you'll see...become famous... you'll see)...harbour urges to be wanted and loved on a grand scale... I am immature and childish...and low on the scale of consciousness..beam me up keeny

this is a story about a labour movement i spearheaded...the title

poems for the shaw,

you see

one must look at the spiritual componenet of any struggle
titles money and possessions are poor materialistic
solutions to deeper issues

so i searched for the support souls at the shaw
those who had bled burned sweated fucked stole and got high

and there was only
glorious me

well i came,
we worked and we conquered

a thank you to Ramona,

Gabe, Dawn,
and all the others who had the courage to walk outside

to the rest

the cowards
the hypocrites
the spineless
the men without balls
the ass kissers and sluts
I wish you no hope
no forgiveness
and no luck

only an abyss
where you are alone
and dead with yourself

now all of y0u
fuck off
and go back to work
coffees over

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