So.
If You Are Enjoying Thus Video by WEEZER, And When it Ends, Wish You Could Somehow Be Apart of That Kind of Love With Nature…,
Well!,
YOU CAN (!!!)…,
For Starters When You Wake, (in the morning), Like BOB MARLEY Says, ‘Three Little Birds’…,
Jus Listen And Whistle a Tune Right Back At Em (!!!)…,
You May Find Yourself in an Ancient Conversation…,
With Maybe Perhaps, Pyramid Scriptures (!!!)…,
And If For Some Reasons Birds Annoy You,
Lushtaflurriah’s (as i like to say)…,
Well,
ADOPT A PET (!!!)…,
Or, New Friend (as i like to say)…,
Maybe You Can’t Right Now…,
Well…,
Patience is a Virtue…,
And When You Become Able too…,
The Rewards Will Live Forever…,
N e Hoo…,
Keeps it Cools, Spiritual Nature Kid’s (!!!)… . …
So.
I Was Quietly Enjoying My Time in The Abyss of Self Bridging, And Decided to Pick Up What Was Once Called The Buddhist Bible…,
And as I Sat Down Reading, Slightly Scanning, Fear Tapped My Psychological Windows…,
The Words, Felt Like, I Was Being Sent Down Stream, With No Real Sense of Escape…,
So I Quickly Put it Down…,
What Does it Mean if Pure Words From a Man Such as Buddha Frighten You (???),
Is it The Words Enveloping Like a River’s Trapdoor of Flow (???)…,
Is it That Books Are Like Prisons (???)…,
Strange Thought I Admit…,
Where Does One Go to Escape Language (???)… . …
In Order to Escape Language, Perhaps One Hums?..,
Like Sign Language Swimming in The Breath of The Trees, (Chrees)…,
Where Does That Bring Spiritual Nature Spirit Mind Souls Like Us (???)…,
Humming is a Language of it’s Own I Must Admit…,
Close to The Perfection of The Lushtaflurriah’s Perhaps?..,
For if it Isn’t Understood, That Doesn’t Mean it’s Meaningless, Unless The Goal is to Own in a Form of Ancient Control…,
Which, Sadly, Some Seek…,
What Hurt Them?..,
Strange Thoughts I Admit…,
But There Has to Be a Solution (!!!)… . …
Somewhere in The Void Thus Much I Know…,
Jus Got Done Examining Olde Futuristic Musical Culture…,
Why Does The Past Seem, (no matter how difficult it was), Why Does it Always Seem So Perfect (???)…,
Within Self Reflection…,
There’s a Song by DCFC, Where He Sings, ‘everything is perfect from far away’…,
I Think He Was Married to ZOOEY DESCHANEL…,
Hopefully I Spelt it Right…,
Being Far From The Details…,
Perfection (???)…,
Or is it Something Else… . …
Another Cold Nite…,
Another Effort Upon The Land of Transparent Wilderness…,
I Remember Walking Through The Neighborhood During The Short Weeks of Christmas And Actually Walked Up to a House (during the nite), And Jus Stared at The Lights…,
I Always Feel Safe During Christmas…,
It Wasn’t That Long Ago, But it Already Feels Like it’s Been Years…,
The Days And Nites For Me, Go Very Quickly…,
And, Don’t Get Me Wrong, I’m Not Complaining,
Some Years Ago, I Would Awake And After a Few Short Hours, I’d Be Restlessly Exhausted…,
And Fortunately That Hasn’t Happened in a Long Time…,
My Energy is Fantasmal…,
My Inspiration Still Keeping in Contact…,
My Dreams Shift,
But in The End, I Sleep With a Clean Recollection of My Days…,
It’s Funny to Note, I Find Myself Looking Around And Wonder…,
HOW DO THEY SLEEP AT NIGHT (???)…,
Not Even Out of Judgement…,
It’s a Serious Question…,
It Doesn’t Make Sense…,
N e Hoo…,
Back to The Drawing Board…,
Without Erasing Anything…,
That’s How I Sleep… . …
Hope Everyone Enjoys My Spotify Playlist…,
I’ve Been Thoroughly Enjoying Spotify Myself Lately…,
Have Yet to Dig Around…,
But I Shall…,
In The Meantime There’s Always Thus…,
What Happens When a Toxic Person in Your Life Has No More Control Over You?.
Threats, Yes, Lies, Yes, Watching Them Quickly Spin Out of Orbit?, Yes As Well…,
Which Leaves The Question…,
WHY WOULD ANYONE WANT TO LIVE THAT WAY (???)…,
Are The Rewards That “great”, That The Toxic Person Finds Justification in Quicksand?..,
And Even When Their Sinking, They Try to Grab Anything Close to Them Jus to Drag Them Down as Well…,
Which Goes to Show,
Be Careful Who You Let Into Your Life…,
N e Hoo.
Enjoy The Playlist (!!!)… . … 
And (by) (the) (way)…,
When You Finally Decide to Release The Toxic People Back Out Into The Wilderness…,
Don’t Give Much Thought on Them Ever Coming Back to Bother You…,
It’s a Waste of Time… . …
But!.,
What isn’t a Waste of Time, Is Your Eyes!.
Your Hair.
Your Structure.
From The Tips to Tips.
Your Voice.
Your Song’s.
Your Soul.
What You Hope For.
And Your Dreams.
Silence isn’t Always Nothing.
Sometimes it’s All You Have at The Moment.
To Bring.
Remember,
Your Dreams.
And Touch,
Eternity… . …
I can’t read through everything you’ve written, but it’s nice to meet you!
Some of what you’ve written is absolutely beautiful, but I must ask… are you on medication?
Your speech seems a bit… disorganized.
I don’t want to offend you btw, I’m just concerned.
I hope you’re doing well~
Thanks For The Introduction of Yourself to Me…,
Please Give Me an Example of What is “disorganized”… . …
N e Hoo.
Has Anyone Discovered Where The Phrase,
‘I Can Feel Your Pain’
Came From (???)… . …
Perhaps…,
Perhaps…,
Now Bare With Me…,
Perhaps,
Dare I Say,
Tactiles (???)… . …
Well…,
The Day Has Jus Begun…,
Almost…,
Fearlessly Walk Towards Another Ocean…,
Another Door…,
Another Lock…,
Another Key…,
It Doesn’t Mean That Much to Me…,
Sometimes All You Really Have to Do…,
Is Believe… . …
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