wooden_buddha typhoid (riding on the dashboard of my car) sitting on the edge of my window sill i've drank the grapefruit juice. is it time? when will it be? when my stomach is empty? i think i can hold it down 000717 ... thieums Nothing is permanent Even my statue Will fade away 090211 ... stork daddy i don't care if i got no gouda, long as i got my wooden buddha riding on the dashboard of my car. death and taxes they'll come tomorrow, but i ain't afraid of samsara, buddha travels with me near and far. get yourself a smilin siddhartha if the pretas are slowin you on your marga and he'll keep your ac on and your mood chill. riding with my mini sangha while driving my mahayana we just passed up mara like she was standing still. on interstates all across the nation you've already arrived at your destination and you can trade your karma in for a brand new ride. in annitya going 80, or in traffic, nothing's weighty. when your buddy reminds you you've already died. 090212 ... unhinged . my altar covered with them. weeping, teaching, giving. 090212 what's it to you? who go blather from