I found out that my Gohonzon likes fruits, when I place oranges and apples, I feel a certain lighter, even though it Gohonzon likes fruit there is rice in a saucer next to my candle.
May your lot not be likened to a louse
warthog never watches it's step no animal can draw caution without education, for education is seamed in contemplation. The beauty of an existence hinged merely on the moderation of orgasms.
The mentally suffocated must read a trunk through back to its inner path, A passage to and fro, From the high to the playful low, sort of a psychic xylem
There's a gap where a line ought to be, they couldn't remember or retrace their goodness nor could they relate to it
All that exist was the fear, and the market it's a life at bay a waste of human existence entirety becomes an embittered envious. I don't look at faces I look at and after my chores I do them so intently they froth, morning came and evening came the next day.
So I don't know what date it is, I just know I have to write walk listen to music and see a movie at night. changes in the weather, fires, news, deaths, bombings, none of these concerns me.
Completely insulated from the world, I don't care what I eat, I just stuff my gut and it's up to the next thing. it's that the plate I'm washing, well hello plate how was your night I'm going to be washing you so clean, just so you know, Yeah I'm listening to music
Peaceful living than live a foolishness or a gnaw of a life, perturb me and I am like what a gnaw! I'm telling you we might walk the street alike but we are living seperate world seperate lives.
So here's my little regimen for the world's end.
warthog never watches it's step no animal can draw caution without education, for education is seamed in contemplation. The beauty of an existence hinged merely on the moderation of orgasms.
The mentally suffocated must read a trunk through back to its inner path, A passage to and fro, From the high to the playful low, sort of a psychic xylem
There's a gap where a line ought to be, they couldn't remember or retrace their goodness nor could they relate to it
All that exist was the fear, and the market it's a life at bay a waste of human existence entirety becomes an embittered envious. I don't look at faces I look at and after my chores I do them so intently they froth, morning came and evening came the next day.
So I don't know what date it is, I just know I have to write walk listen to music and see a movie at night. changes in the weather, fires, news, deaths, bombings, none of these concerns me.
Completely insulated from the world, I don't care what I eat, I just stuff my gut and it's up to the next thing. it's that the plate I'm washing, well hello plate how was your night I'm going to be washing you so clean, just so you know, Yeah I'm listening to music
Peaceful living than live a foolishness or a gnaw of a life, perturb me and I am like what a gnaw! I'm telling you we might walk the street alike but we are living seperate world seperate lives.
So here's my little regimen for the world's end.
Wake up, smoke a fag or not.
Go for my walk (pick an album to listen to)
Write a new article on the way
Determine where to go, Walk
Determine where to go, Walk
Buy stuff
Get home,
Get home,
Download new anime and album
See an anime before sleeping
See an anime before sleeping
Wake up around 1-2 am read sutras till 6 am
Wake up and do my chores
Wash rinse and repeat.
Listen to twenty albums per week
For 60 years? Alright.
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