Nicholas and the unknown

"Sentences that do not relate to each other."

"A collage."

"More like mania."

"Is her subject changing within a period or after a period during the time she has the floor?"

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know."

"She waits for me to respond to her question and..or subject before she switches the track."

"What does this mean?"

"I don't know. Maybe just like you, she just ain't home with herself."

"With me it's purposely done though, I am planning on working my shit out in my next couple of lives."

"She's a computer that keeps rebooting."

"You're to mean to have this amount of patience's."

"I know. I'm in a situation though."

"I see. She has anatomy like Amber Rose."

"Well that isn't the complete photograph. I've somehow cleared my way past that terrain."

"You made it?"

"I've made it just barely."

"So...where does that leave you?"

"Into the attractive unknown."

"So you haven't made it. You are tripped up and lie faced down in a ravine."

"I just made it past one ravine and it is that fuckin' unknown that chews at my colon."

"Your off mission."

"I'm on mission."

"Ok where are you now?"

"Like I said in the land of mania where this women's sentences are stemming from nowhere and running off cliffs."

"Is that fun? Is a nice pair of thongs a part of that?"

"No but it has stopped me from sounding like a damn fool."

"Sex in some cases can show us what lies ahead as well."

"Listen to yourself. That's right your man suit is fitting tight."


"The one that comes with fat underneath the chin. I'm thinking there is a way that you can sense this early on?"

"Like you can?"

"I only say this for entertainment purposes."

"Ok this usually doesn't happen till I am putting my clothes on in the middle of the night and then I can't find my car."

"Did you get those new tires?"

"The Michelin's cost too damn much. I'm going to wait till next season."

"What does this all mean? I have enjoyed your architected tales of sin. Have you become respectable?"

"It means I've become attracted to something that hasn't debuted yet."

"OK."

"And I decided to ride it."

"Hmmm."

"I've always been respectable by the way; I've hidden from you just so you were free from isolation."



"Thank you. I would like to coast all the way out."

When you start giving love with a deep sense of gratitude to all those who accept it, you will be surprised that you have become an emperor--no longer a beggar asking for love with a begging bowl, knocking on every door. And those people on whose doors you are knocking cannot give you love: they are themselves beggars. Beggars are asking each other for love and feeling frustrated, angry, because the love is not coming. But this is bound to happen. Love belongs to the world of emperors, not beggars. And a man is an emperor when he is so full of love that he can give it without any conditions.












-0sho
love,freedom,aloneness

"One night I was in bed with six different women-in a row.....and I felt God I must be something ......But I wasn't...you know...I was just catching up on my own background."





-Charles Bukowski

you are on the run now
you are libel
your hands are full of so many things




this has been too much you think
just too much










but it's alright

1017

your addictions are only being teased
and never fulfilled

so not at home--you head out for a long walk



and its ok








its ok






this is just how it is now.

Slowie is a little bored.

"I don't know what to say to my friends anymore. I don't have a clue what to talk about."

"Not sure I understand that. You come across as someone loaded with banality."

"You know only if we could just get married right here. Close this dump of a restaurant, and have a few of these waitresses as bridesmaids. You can write the vows."

"Well my mother was a mutterer."

"Maybe I'm just bored, maybe I am tired of drinking. The fuckin' drinking." She sighed.

"Maybe you are."

"How do you see me?"

"What?"



"What do you think about when you are sitting at this greasy table waiting for me to get here?"

"I think I hope she is going to pay again. I'm broke."

"What part of an idiot are you?"




"All of it."

"What do you think?"

"I don't know. I just sit here and listen and hope your leg brushes up against mine."

"I am one of these city squares who just wears 500 dollar shoes and stands in bars on friday nights with nothing of importance to talk about?"

"Yea."

"You think so? You really think so."

"Gin?"

"What?"

"Gin martini?"

"What about it?"

"Is that what you drink?"

"Yes."

"What kind?"

"Super premium Martin Miller London dry. It's silky and 28 dollars a bottle."

"Ah."

"What?"

Anthony can draw

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"It's like an accouchement."



"It's too early..."



"Man, I got to get it out. I have to use any means necessary."

"So what?"

"I paint."

"You're a painter? I didn't know that. With brushes and everything?"

"Yes. I don't go around telling people this information. I don't think it's that necessary."

"OK."


"But you know, I don't get out all into the idea of painting, you know the lifestyle, the spattered jeans and whatnot. I am trying for..."

"And accouchement."

"Dig. I'm just trying to get the shit out. The instrument I use is vast."

"Vast?"


"Vast. Is that right?"

"I guess."

"I use charcoal, acrylic, oils, lead...I use whatever it takes to get the idea across. I'm not fucking looking to get wrapped up in the life. You understand? I'm trying to go crazy like the better artist in the past. That's when you become good."

"You've mastered that part for a couple of years now.



"I'm not looking to walk around in a apron..."

"Do you wear an apron?"


"At times."


"Dig."

"But I'm an artist."

When people cling to the old, change stops. Change comes with the new. With the old there is no change, but people cling to the old because it seems secure, comfortable, familiar. You have lived with it, so you know it, you have become skillful in it, knowledgeable about it.

With the new again you will be ignorant. With the new you may commit mistakes; with the new, who knows where it will lead? Hence fear arises, and out of this fear you cling to the old. And the moment you start clinging to the old, you have stopped flowing.






osho
365 the new