Irish Slide

_ The difficulty in life lies in what is not life.
_ The difficulties in here in what is not here.
_ Now in what is not now.
_ Howsaboy?
_ Fanfuckingtastic.
_ The infinite body has no body.
_ No no body.
_ No nuffin'...
_ I'll have a no nuffin' muffin with an essential dark roast. Eating at night, in no light, is the only known way to lose weight.
_ Providing it's dark enough that no one can see.
_ The essential dark roast of night, sipped in silence; the pupil of the madman's unblinking eye.
_ Really?
_ I tell no lies...
_ And Jim? James? Seamus?
_ A raving fucking lunatic who out-thunk the thinkers, out-stunk the stinking bastards who tried to poison our forever free-boy minds; they failed, and he impaled them on a sword of their own fashioning.
_ Joyce?
_ Is there another Jim worth mentioning?
_ Nope. They're all fucking crazy.
_ Tea?
_ Irish... the radiant mind of a mystic gathering sunshine at the tip of the Dingle peninsula.
_ George Harrison, had he been Jewish, would have been Irish.
_ To tea; to George; to the radiant love of the Self living in the heart of all.
_ Tea?
_ Irish?
_ English?
_ Jewish?
_ Indian?
_ Iced?
_ Chai?
_ Chai.

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     ... The mind stands as a shadow-crafter; the Sun shines.

     ... Water - cool, not cold - mingles, and enlivens a weary spirit. Feel it feel its way home.

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