Red skull in darkness
Mind realizing no-mind
White skull in sunlight

K



On 7/12/2012 4:25 PM, Joe wrote:

Nah.

Just a long face, today. ;-)

(Like a horse, or Easter Island Moai... ).

Before we know it, despite all our good smells, we're cooked, scraped off the pan, and (swallered by some big fella).

The Imp of Impermanence. Even salon-goers with a permanent are bitten by it.

(my Mom used to keep getting permanents. Never could understand it).

--Joe


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