roachboy

my my, ustwo.....such Grand Pronouncements.

it is i guess nice to see that your time spent in an ashram had such effects, focussing you on the Big Picture and reducing those of us who scuttle about here to a suitably small scale.

just be careful up there in those Olympian Heights: the air is thin and it makes you dizzy the way drinking in boulder can.

one consequence of this thinness in the air is that your sentences--you know, those transmissions aimed at us Little People--dont really make sense at times. like your equating of your "life path" and that of "whose philosophy should be the rule of Law". i dont recall your having much of a philosophy.

but, as one of those Little People that you use in order to get a sense of the scale of your Magnificence, i am sure that the problem of recognizing your philosophy lay entirely with me: as does the sense of garble in your last post.

so no worries: next time you feel inclined to stride mightily downward from the Heights in order to deliver a Transmission, i'll be just as grateful as i am right now. it is always lovely to see you and your sentences. god knows there's nothing quite like reading a post from someone who imagines himself to be copping a squat on you from a great height: it really makes me feel inclined to say welcome back.

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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear

it make you sick.

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