lovecraft in brooklyn @amphetamine@sprite.land

mysterious partygoer: psst!

the wise kitten focuses not on that which is lost, but on all that remains.

https://sprite.land/media/JT2UzyFq5jS7ov47m_w https://sprite.land/media/-1weUdFk87SRs_o6ijQ

i don't carry torches

i *am* a torch

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hey sorry for spamming yall just now

i needed to have a long talk with myself

because i hadn't been right for a while

not as good to you as i wanted to be

not as loving and joyful as i wanted to be

but i still mean all of those things

and i still am them

so off go my mutes and blocks

and if there's anything we should talk about, something i should say sorry to you for

just let me know and i will

i'm all here again

and i want you to know that everything's going to be ok

🔥​🔥​🔥​🔥​ ❤❤❤❤

After all, we must remember that this earthly existence is but a short sojourn in our journey through Samsara. The Buddha says there is no one on earth who has not in a previous existence been a mother, a father, a sister, a brother, a child to us. So let us suffuse the whole world with metta, with karuna and with mudita. This is why the Brahma Viharas are described as appamanna—illimitables (all embracing). They are so-called because they find no...limit. They embrace all living beings.

https://sprite.land/media/9jiEnlwAHgdmao5F-qM

i'm a member of the Committee for the Improvement of Dragon Living

matte topcoat nail polish

audio recordings of the above thread

song: https://mega.nz/#!Zj4X0IzY!GqXXv7K3SPp1jIGL1PYoByc-C1SD-A38skhbOC3d7KA

story: https://mega.nz/#!Ij5HkaiY!leVB4UjqL_aH9qkYPK2wtkN1lYH4xakN0WYG1iqwr18

ah

that felt so good to say

such a happy memory

you should let the great night stars in all of their terrifying presence hang over you, and the stark blue imprint of the flat desert scrub in the moonlight strike your rods

you should let it all out, all of the crazy inside you, and let the night take you for a time

because everything will be fine

you should open the throttle up in a great big gasp of relief as you come out the north side of the city, and take an exit to a state road going toward eloy that no one but trucks drive

when the desert starts to lose its sense of place and you get concerned, you should gently pull the bike off into the scrub, make a lean-to of it and the kickstand, and let the heat of the crankcase and the soup on the stove fill your pup tent in the utter solitary night

if you get the chance, you should get a fast bike, and bivouac gear in the saddlebags, and ride this road some early spring afternoon

you should let the horizon and the sky and the vast floor of the desert into your head through your full face visor, and you should let the foolish lights of the long, slow strip slide through you and over you with no resistance

that highway, by the way, is I-15, and it turns an elbow over the mountains and glides down into las vegas, passing that town with the rickety old rollercoaster whose name i can never remember, which is primm

with thanks to heather and dot for finally tipping me over into the long sinking desert valley highway that leads into deeply appreciating the mountain goats

#nowplaying

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Farz21BYWPs

What kind of memory serves
what kind of world is it
That comes headlong at you
then swerves at the last possible second?
It's this one

And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy to slow down
And it's easy to just lie out by the blue pools
In the squinting sun and slow down
And it's easy to slow down

And in situations like these
it's sometimes useful to
Think of life as one long continuous evening
That never turns into night
Hey hey