CF03 The World is Your living Room


It is if you believe it is. That’s all it requires. Then it is. Not always the case, blind idealism. But without a doubt: the world becomes your living room the second you say it does.


I am verdigris.

The oxide that copper bleeds from castaway wounds.


I am red rage.

The emotion that accompanies destruction to the ones we love most.


Kids give zero shits. When we become kids we have access to the creative spirit and the soul. Some argue that the psychedelic experience allows kidness. To kid (v.): to banter; to jest.


Growing up is poison.


There is a specific soul that animates things. Maychance it is the soul of emotion itself.

Observations in foam:


Arrive on a wave

Get a puppy

Play in the waves

Get married

Burst and rewave

Buy a house

Play in the Waves

Dominate the world

Wash away into nothingness


Random chance decides which foams will live fast in the festive waves and which get pushed off the point to drift in solitary aloofness.


I lived with sometimes Shaman Steven, to whom “everything is temporary” and “the truth is different.”


Permanency is Temporal

The Permanent You is an Illusion

Forever is Composed of Nows

Innovation Requires Self-Doubt Judo


Siddhartha learned from a river that everything comes back again. One can learn anything from a river, particularly, how to listen with an open heart. The mountain and the ocean can also teach anything.