Prologue
I've never spent three hours {ryting} Tweets. I confess to ibuprofen and acetaminophen as trusted agents of Relief ,,, Relief which also included a couple of 'gummy bears' from the Couple-Across-The-Street-And- Down-A-Couple-Of-Houses. THC acts as a Lubricant, it coats the Conduit to ease the Reception of Transmission. I am loathe to ryte 'Stoned' because I get exceedingly uncomfortable and my Internal Editors rather enjoy the Freak produced by unabashed self-indulgence. Please forgive an old man.
The Thought Wall got filled. I sat in Chairy-Chair in a Stupor of Wonder & Delight ALMOST Unforgivable because Insight is SUPPOZE-TA "come" at a SERIOUS Cost. I paid no such Price yesterday and the EEZ at which the Wall was filled wuz edifying to say the least, and FUCKING COZMIC to say the Most. There are {Tymz} when"Just Sitting" is an `Adventure` of Bodhidharmic Magnitude---He himself seated "Before The Wall" for some NINE (fucking) YEARS. Here now Patience receives ampLITUDE from Forbearance and Fortitude {Fortin-Tude} to 'produce' Satisfactory Clarity. Clarity 'means' that there are no Obstructions in the Conduit that would deflect, hinder or modify the Code being Received.
Of particular Interest ---> `The Myth lends POWER to the Idiot Obvious`.
Conduit {Con Do It} {Can Do It} .
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