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where Now are those doze crazy crayolaszz...?
the major arcana...not
warning:It's
agreed, that blue has to be loving, or
has to go. Sow some of this blue is
militant, so suggest you do just that.
c_r_a_y_o_l_a_z_z_z_z_z_z 
Karma Crayolasz- Crazyola
don't forget any grand-kiddies - ok you got it
draft
nav - ignore all these links forever: (websites that suck)
Evolve is love SPWLLED backwards = survival = the promised land.
i hope it true^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^we love MLK forever
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where Now are those doze dang crayolaszz...?
The Tarot Series
Eeeeeeeeeee-hhheeeeeeee-hee-heeeeeevolveeeeeee My Little Pretties
or The Devil's Advocate
not -
phooey
8
[Ben Harper, you and yours are the BEST (kiss!) Angel]
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Hello, kiddies. My audio-essences. And how are weee on this fine full moon waning?
What's that noise? Oh, it's nothing.
What story today? Well, here we go. Fasten your seat belts.
She hung huge in the skeye tonight, shooing the streaks of clouds out of her eyes
Wondering if we'd make it to tomorrow
Opting for knowing that in fact, we would.
Another morning will break. The earth and the sun don't give up that easily. Not even for pesky humans.
The other day eye was driving to work.
This story is for you.
Peace signs adorn the bumper. They keep the maniacle massholio at bay.
Road rage docked..
Peeps drive polite here. Not used to it, but getting there is a new way.
No more zooming down the highway at ninety, freshly implanted coppah radar microchip in frontal lobe.
65. Or to be annoying, 69. Heh-heh. Groove on my peace signs then Pass me, baby.
Oh, sorry.
So, the other morning was driving to work.
Alternating through thick fog patches, can't see in front of you, then through patches of clarity and the sun.
Brightly painted leaves.
A spectacular season.
Driving out of radio station range, so switch to U2.
'The heart is a balloon, coming out of the stony earth...'
A sun patch and free road avails
Eye look to my left
The clouds are patched over earth, over rolling hills, settling in valleys here and there, the range spread out before me.
To the left.
It is hovering in it's synchronistic majesty, just to the right of the sun rising.
For you.
A hot air balloon. (hilarious. course in real life, the lyric is not 'balloon', 'but bloom'. but this contortion of the lyrics was spinnin me just fine. meye heart ain't no bloom anyway - it's inanimate eye WISH it was a balloon floating away across the mountains, 'cause permanently- it's wrenched broken.)
Kid you not.
Having
risen from the stoney earth.
I am in heaven.
There are gods and goddeses, spirit guides and the spirits of my ancestors with me all the time...yours are there for you too, if you want them to, and then just let them guide you. listen. watch for the signs. they are everywhere, for you.
where Now are those dang crayolaszz...? and whaddah bout doze rootin tootin beans eye tink mightah spilled somewhayah...bean pile. Doze em.
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Hello, kiddies. Want some can-day? Heh-heh. Looky-here...trick or teat!!
Thought this poe-series would be about tarot and all? Nah. The tarot deck lives in a purple velvet pouch, adorned with golden suns and moons, with a golden tie, and hangs beautifully at the foot of the bed.. They scare the daylights out of me. Eye ask a question and I get the Tower, or the Devil. So I just look at the beautiful pictures and pick out the cards eye like.
Tee hee. And you believed that one? Well, at least someone laughed, even if it was only this little brat.
Look. weye are all connected. All of us, every last soul. Weye just happen to be trapped in these human bodies. Weye haven't been around that long, relatively. [how old are the planets? the universe? other universes?] It's okay, the vibes are speeding up with thyme. It's inevitable. Mother earth, within our solar system, within our infinitessimally small universe, has an even stronger instinct for survival than weeye. And weye are, after all, her children, her shared creation, so she looks after us, even if we can't properly (to date) get our collective acts together. [ALL connect spriritually] There are lots of smart humans working on this quantum problem - how to survive. [Great minds like Mr. McKibben.] This life is all an illusion. If smart and catch-on, weye'll get to carry on with these strange, wonderful and pain-in-the ass bodies, but we will be okay - either way. Eye promise. The earth loves us, and so does the uni-verse. [So do all good people. 'Your Move' -Yes.] Weeye have a chance. It's write in front of us every daye. Be a world. Be one. Be All. The true meaning of Global. Beam me up, Scottie!
I have stars in meye eyes. Look up at the skeye tonite with mee, and we'll see them together. It's the only stardom that makes sense to me. Just cause you wanna be a star doesn't mean everybody does, schweethaaht.. Peaceful, beautiful, astrological wonder in a huge black skeye. milky way and ALL.
If a total mess of an evil, gone human being like me can wake up, reconnect with one's soul and begin to love, ant to enjoy life, then there is hope that anyone can.
Hey
Beck - you recommend us a socialife, off Orphans. What's that? Can
sick puppies and howling wolves barking at Moon have socialifes too?
Where ARE those rootin' tootin' crayolas? And grannie specs? Oh, HERE they
are...
hellooooooooooooooo
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Mostly
broken till further notice:
the magician | the high priestess | the empress | the emperor | the hierophant | the lovers | the chariot | justice | the hermit | wheel of fortune | strength | the hanged man | death | temperance | the devil | the tower | the star | the moon | the sun | judgement| the world | the fool