I lied about working on the boat
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Addict Con/Jur/d, 4/15/2022 What an odd freedom we are offered, kill or be killed. You may say and likely, I’ll agree we are vast vast, vast! There are many ways ways of surrendering ways of sundering although we found it to be, a controlling diagnosis, a diagnosis of control yet, addiction still remains a sound metaphor, we’re particularly fond of how it constricts choice, volition replacing, The Big with comforting limits, the classic tale of God and his counter - part, The Great Evil without context, who when they are so inclined mock free will, “The Devil made me… Who am I kidding? Addicted to words we kill ourselves for abstractions bind ourselves in knots until what remains is an odd freedom freedom to choose to live this unasked-for life First we must let go our strong habit the cutting division like addict or me and mine.
The winds had gusts of 50 Kph where the boat is stored. I’m convinced they placed it awkwardly in the cradle since this year it rocks when climbing the ladder.
Have set up the weekend to adjust for contingencies. Not a fan of Addict, it was consigned to the unshowable bin but a Teacher’s Teisho later on the day I wrote it using addiction as a teaching tool, convinced me to revisit it. Has been fiddled with. Still not a huge fan, but it runs and will get us where we want to go so come on! Hop on in.
Much Love,
Con/Jur/d, 4/15/2022