A Grateful Death
You may bury my body,
Down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can get a Greyhound bus and ride
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You may bury my body,
Down by the highway side
So my old evil spirit
Can get a Greyhound bus and ride
If my “reticular activating system” is set to only notice opportunities, excellence, and beauty,
then that is what fills my existence.
There was an artist in the city of Kouroo who was disposed to strive after perfection.
One day it came into his mind to make a staff
Imagine that your body is hollow inside – there is only the external shell of skin – inside the entire body there is nothing but space – this external shell maintains the identity of the individual personality, but apart from this the body is totally empty…
A man can be an artist… in anything, food, whatever… Creasey’s art is death.
He’s about to paint his masterpiece.