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I'd lick the spit right off your shoe And do

exactly what you told me to I'd be your

baby girl Daddy

I made you some tea. You want some breakfast?

No.

What is it?

Nothing.

What?

Eros. Go.

Eros. Greek.

Love manifested in the blind full of organs.

Same as?

Kama. Hindu.

Same as?

Desire. The smoke signal of the life wish.

The life wish is?

Same as the death wish.

There is no life wish without the death wish.

How?

When I was a boy, much younger than you are now, we lived on a farm.

We had everything.

Chickens, goats, sheep, cow.

Every spring, so much birth.

I remember

my teacher from those

years. With every new bird, I would race in. Teacher, teacher, I'd say.

There's a new hatchling.

A kid.

She would light up at those excitements.

But she was a town's woman.

She was severed from the way of life.

When we are severed, we forget.

We think we must grow, grow, grow. With no loss.

Or worth.

Hold on tightly.

Preserve.

But where there is much creation, there's necessary living. Much

destruction.

Where does creation come from but death?

We do not beat the bookends.

Life succeeds at the expense of life.

So when I ran to her with the news of what was lost, she hardened to me.

She judged those early deaths. The pigs one year in the flood.

The hen to the fox. The cattle to the butcher.

Where did she know them?

Her dog was neutered and acquired in store.

Modernity wants to package the parts and keep us safe.

Separation is dangerous.

The psyche spins and spins looking for grounding.

Error, karma, desire.

These are the affirmation of the life fish.

The life wish is a radical acceptance of life in which death does not extricate.

The life wish says, yes, death.

Yes, in spite of it.

Yes, to all of it.

To the whole creation of our life and every death and destruction we cross

until we meet our final only.

Death. Yes to this moment.

We die to who we were to be born again.

So you have to ask yourself, at the first ten knocks on the door of desire,

will you accept that or will you

stay stuck, separate, refusing your

part in the very drama that you've come to play?

Time to get going.

You'll be late for your next tour.

Wait.

Amen.

Om.

Oh.

um oh

um um

That's pretty ass.

Thank you.

Fuck.

Fuck.