Show me where the Bhudda touched you

Life has taken a weird stupid weird turn. Heres lets tell a fable. A short narritive designed to relay a moral. The zen master Basham got really old (lotta people do that. Cause there fuckin dumb) and everybody was like dude yer not workin anymoreyer feeble and useless ya weiner (like every old person). But he kept workin and eventually the others monks had to hide his tools. So Basham quit eatin. No work, no food. So he starved to death.

…Yea zen. Or prideful. Whatever. In any event I will be as the ocean. I made that up and I dont even know what that means but thats why Ill make a great zen master. Cause even the tree cant taste the clouds. See made that up too. Zen Master intergalactic space pimp. Agent double-0-fresh.

Man I got so wrecked last night. Everythings been comin back in lil flashbacks. I had sex with someone last night and I dont remember it and Im not quite sure who it was. Awesome. Hope it was a girl. Hope it was a human girl . Basham would approve though.

Ya know Tanzan said somethin about a bar like, The beer will flow on and on, the maiden my refuge, this place my haven.

In any event, I need to try and remember even if Im like just this side of suicide everything is as it should be, theres no use in worrying about things you cant cahnge, the mountain is getting molested by the rain, the frog will not bite the star, the fish is giving a hand job to the penis of the sun.