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๐๐ซ๐๐ฆ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ = ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ... ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ. ๐๐จ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐ซ, ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐๐. ๐๐๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐ญ๐๐ค๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ "๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ๐."
Don't call Uber, that's so over. Call Taxi Dave! Lyft? Phffft!
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The End of the Romantic Era
You know that Frank Zappa tune, Broken Hearts are for Assholes? Let me cut to the chase. You're an asshole!
Why would I say something rude like that to little old you, you may ask? If you actually find it rude — and don't grock the truth of it — then it proves my point. Only an asshole would find that rude!
Seriously ... It's time we end the myth of living as if people and things do things to us.
Here's a scenario typical to the romantic love thing:
Ah! I like what I feel when I'm with you! I love you. Be mine! Now that you're mine, sometimes I don't feel so good. [But, that's actually good if you care to look into it further.] I don't like what I feel around you. I don't love you. Fuck off!
So, Pilgrim, who's responsible for your orgasm? Or, for anything else you think and feel. You are! And, if you don't think so ... then, you are indeed an asshole.
Eve's Conversation with the Devil
... 2022 Version
Devil: Hey there! You sweet thing.
Eve: Who, me?
Devil: I don't see any other sweet things around here. Only ... him.
Eve: So? I didn't know snakes could talk.
Devil: Yes, we do. But only if you're special. [Aside: BTW, I am the Devil!] Looky here, little girl. I have an Apple for you. Take it ...
Eve: An Apple! Shit! I could use a slice of Pepperoni Pizza right about now.
“The Fruit Was Never An Apple”, engraving by the Czech painter and engraver Max ล vabinsky (1873-1962).
Author's Note: If you wonder how come I put that engraving into this ... the Devil made me do it!
Talk About the Devil? Talk with the Devil!
[THE Devil, that is.]
Who are you?
I’m the Devil.
A Devil or THE DEVIL?
Up to you, pal. Boo!
So now what?
I want to be friends with you.
Alright. What's the catch?
Oh, and one more thing ... I will never surrender and I will never stop trying to fuck you up!
Some friend.
At least I was honest.
"Health Capsule" ...
by THE DAVID D. WRONSKI
Body/Mind, Mind/Body ... Feelings/thoughts, thoughts/feelings.
Like that. They go together. You may have noticed.
So, if they go together, then they can be separated. Right? Who put them together anyway?
Together. Two halves. Like a capsule? A capsule! Of the Rx type.
Do it now!
"Health Capsule" ... by DAVID D. WRONSKI
So simple. Just like it is with that little capsule pill, you open it up. Really, you pull it apart. That is, you let the thoughts be and you put your attention on the feelings. What feelings? Right now; those feelings. Just look. No feeling? Be with that. Just that. [That's rich ... no feelings.]
If the usual of things is to get stuck in the mental discourse going on in your head — you know, that voice inside you head that you take to be "me" — then the balance needed is on the side of feeling. Just try it. You'll see.
How much?: PLENTY
"Health Capsule" ... by DAVID D. WRONSKI
It's that time of year again. Taxi Dave takes to the highways and byways rolling up to Halloween 2022 in his usual fine style.
Don't call Uber, that's so over. Call Taxi Dave! Lyft? Phffft!
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The Heart Treasure of the Enlightened Ones Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche True compassion is to establish beings in the deathless bliss of perfect ...