The state of Ego
The Ego of one is truly a thing of art. at first it vanishes into thin air and helps humility to soak up all the information around. then the damn thing realises so much of its power and makes a dazzling comeback somewhat like the one whose name must not be taken ( chuckles at being swept away by a commercial metaphor).
one still imagines what it must be like to have an ego uncontrlled. it would be a true testament to our animalcy, swept constantly in the waxing and waning of the ego. wihtout it one would be a truly detached organism hardly belonging to the system yet somewhat in it just because it exists. but an ego controlled and directed can and will impose a true force on ones fate.i am still in the state of graduatiing from the animal state to the controllable state. this dark wild stallion refuses to be tamed. so for the time being i have but resigned my fate to doing good surgery and sleeping and reading occassionally.
AND OF COURSE BIKING..
This has become a strange twist in the hunchback's tale (of ___noname)..
whatever i did was always second grade. there were always 'achievers' in my peergroup whom i couldnt beat, not less than anything; even at something. So out goes this fat moron and buys himself a fast (personal experience) monster ( shining eyes ) that whisks him away from the mundane din. away from the deafening crowd , far away from the ignominy of being unknown. to quote my friend " it has been my lastest and fastest attempt at running away from myself" ( very true and somewhat appropriate i would believe). how much this is true remains to be seen
and along come a few smartDASHES who think i do it to impress the womenfolk ( god help the loony bastards!!!!!!!!!!!! )
Well it has been christened the blue baby ( ocean of mirth II)
so next time i will be bringing you photos of my travails with that close and personal yet cold and bullying monster.....
so long friends
one still imagines what it must be like to have an ego uncontrlled. it would be a true testament to our animalcy, swept constantly in the waxing and waning of the ego. wihtout it one would be a truly detached organism hardly belonging to the system yet somewhat in it just because it exists. but an ego controlled and directed can and will impose a true force on ones fate.i am still in the state of graduatiing from the animal state to the controllable state. this dark wild stallion refuses to be tamed. so for the time being i have but resigned my fate to doing good surgery and sleeping and reading occassionally.
AND OF COURSE BIKING..
This has become a strange twist in the hunchback's tale (of ___noname)..
whatever i did was always second grade. there were always 'achievers' in my peergroup whom i couldnt beat, not less than anything; even at something. So out goes this fat moron and buys himself a fast (personal experience) monster ( shining eyes ) that whisks him away from the mundane din. away from the deafening crowd , far away from the ignominy of being unknown. to quote my friend " it has been my lastest and fastest attempt at running away from myself" ( very true and somewhat appropriate i would believe). how much this is true remains to be seen
and along come a few smartDASHES who think i do it to impress the womenfolk ( god help the loony bastards!!!!!!!!!!!! )
Well it has been christened the blue baby ( ocean of mirth II)
so next time i will be bringing you photos of my travails with that close and personal yet cold and bullying monster.....
so long friends
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