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Buster Benson

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bird poops on plum branch
New ways of thinking of old things that I thought of at the gym today, heart rate bounding and sinking somewhere between 110 and 140 beats per minute. 

My computer's broken.  Harry Potter is over: Voldemort was his father and he had babies with his sister and used the force to steal Bilbo's ring and sell Aslan boots.  My hair's cut.  Daft Punk tonight, can't wait to dance.  I'm between meals.  Iggy Pop is playing.  Heart rate is bounding and sinking according to my acupuncturist.  A lightning bolt hit me in the chest and redirected my chi qi ki adenosine triphosphate calories energy karma mojo je ne sais pas to speak between my lungs and stomach.  They apparently hadn't been speaking for years.

The big circle is the universe.  The circle within that is things experienced.  And the tiny circle within that circle is things controlled.  You may want to draw a line through it.  Rub it out.  Draw another circle, wherever and whichever size, of things enjoyed.  And another within that of things loved.  Grow those circles.  Put googly eyes in them.  Take a picture of it blinking.

If you have energy, use it.  The best way to get energy is to spend what you have on something that regenerates energy.  I want to be healthy.  I want to be good.  I want there to be explosions and for the laws of the universe to redirect all that energy around and back and around and back.  New motto of the day: use your energy, and accept energy from others.

Spook punk is purring in my house, my house.