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Unfinished Business
Buy NowWe are all doing our time on earth! There are some of us who literally remain behind invisible bars all of the days of our lives. Then, there are those who are figuratively placed in confining jail cells, yet are freer than we. Why should this be the case? It shouldn’t. But, as long as we blame others, criticize our progression or failures, have a ‘lust of result’ for what will be, we will remain locked up forever in the cell of expectation of outer validation from which there is NO escape!
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Unnecessary Apology
Buy NowApologies are unnecessary! We do what we do for reasons we can never know. IF we THINK we know what the cause was behind the motivation, and can name it definitively, You can believe {with 100% accuracy} that was NOT the factoring impetus or imploding infraction. Though we may think we have an idea of why something occurred, we do NOT! We can make up all sorts of explanations and excuses for our contrived and/or unconscious deeds, and then, set out to defend our character for our ill spurned actions, but what for? The Mal-aligned, guile filled, self-vested attempt is hopelessly futile and deliberately stupid. We seek to reinstate what we imagined our favored status was before having imposed the injustice, instead of allowing the gap of confusion without vindication to occur. Obvious, Undeniable Fact: we have no clue what the extent or the long range cosmic parameters involve, except that we were part of something much larger and broader than our finite minds can construe.
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Unreasonable Conviction
Buy NowWe do what we do without conscious knowledge of our actions. No matter how reasonably we plan to execute our intent, the verifiability of our reflective inner nature, (from which all divine action springs) dictates what will ultimately be. No matter whether we like it or not. We have no causal bearing in the outcome whatsoever even though we would like to take the praise or blame for our decisions. We are driven by deeply imbedded sensual passion that allows no human interference to obscure the definitive results.
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Unspoken Words
Buy NowWe see what we WANT to see and block out everything else. Depending upon our own personal experiences, do the spiteful demons of mindless neglect and abandonment in memory take hold. We tend to carry blame and shame for way too long. We either exalt our participation (hero) or debase our involvement (victim), in the situation, based upon why, what, when, where, how and to whom we are relaying the incident. We rarely recognize that our own guileful motives set the stage before and after our arrival
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Vein of Sorrow
Buy NowWe are privileged to walk upon the sacred earth. To disgrace her by neglect and abuse is more than a shame; it is a down right curse. She sustains us. We should, in exchange, honor her by, at least, acknowledging her in ways of silent prayers in reverent appreciation. Do not trash her, ever. She weeps in a vein of blood beneath our feet when we do.
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War of the Relentless Mind
Buy NowAt times, the mind will contradict itself with all sorts of logical reasons. The surge of passion fights vehemently to dissuade but is senselessly confronted on all sides by an incessant display of overwhelming ‘lines of reasonableness’. In defense of its carefully held position, the mind will interject ‘because’ at every turn with a new vengeance of convincing allied moralistic infiltrated thought. Be that as it may, as an artist, one must cast off the ‘babbling drones’ of righteous practicality for unearthed divine sublime erotic splendor.
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Warrant for Your Arrest
Buy NowWhose tune are you dancing to? Who pulls your strings? Who are you interested in impressing? Who do you hold in high regard? How much of your life are you living from the blood pumping gut? Are you enthralled with overflowing inestimable passion that oozes out of your veins continuously without relent? Or are you merely going through the motions until that indescribable ‘something of some kind or someone from somewhere’ unexpectedly knocks you over with erotic spontaneity as you’ve never before experienced? guess what? The jig is up! Unless you are electrified with an overabundance of your own ineffable joy unspeakable and full of fire, you are an imprisoned mummy merely serving out your time on earth. It’s high time to relegate the bugle call. Get with the only satisfactory music program. YOURS!!!
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Web of Existance
Buy NowWhen the sun shines, it casts all sorts of shadows. These apparitions are not exempt from the beautiful picture from which it forms. All things are intricately connected, therefore, the extenuating diverse relationships attached are necessary and vital.
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Whiff of the Divine
Buy NowIn the hustle bustle of our lives, we sometimes miss the gentle delirious ineffable subtlety disguised orgasmic sexual sanctified stirrings moving in/of/through/with the spirit. What spirit? Soul? Electromagnetic pulsations? Physical sexual attraction? Bio-electric-chemical reactions? Neural firing transmissions? Galactic combustible-fusion influxes? Hunger/thirst pangs accompanied by the infrequent but continual need to urinate and defaecate? Constant promptings of obsessive/compulsive needs and desires to strive, accomplish and acquire? An undeniable prompting to rest and sleep? Automated inhalation/exhalation process? In order to brush by the immeasurable scented sounds/sights/sensations of the impenetrable
God/Goddess, touching the hem of the garment, we must first dissect us-to the core-where the divine origin resides. We can know nothing outside the raw experience of the essence within ourselves. Be Still and consume the unbounded sublimely, sexual, sensually sacred, divinely erotic fragrance vibrating/spiraling in/through and around us, infinitely! -
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Wrong Number Sir
$1.00 Add to cartAn engaging melodramatic tune emphasizing a play on words. She don’t love here no more.
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Yesterday’s Debris
Buy NowCease with the replaying of stale re-run memories! No need to channel surf for nondescript scenes of regurgitated emotion. Disseminated Guilt lingers far long after the days of superficial cleansing/removal. We need to dispose of the undisputed heaviness of culminated stench once it begins to corrode the current mind’s interest and flowering affairs of the heart. All too often, we allow unnecessary residue of remorse to interfere and impose itself, needlessly. Habitual punitive self-lashings deprive fresh tender sprouts of attraction from germinating. Subconscious ‘blunders of the tongue’ mingle with words of otherwise intended new venue conversation . Remorse is as useless as a wet match. Regret is indeed the prayer of fools!
