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Wazzzup, babes. I am sly as fly right now and just thought I'd start a fecking blog. Say me what? Renegade Meditation is an experiment into an experential account of my mediation. My attempt at showing you guys my existentialist nature.

Exploring my fear of heights and other trials in acceptance This fear. This fear of heights, is it a fear of heights or is it a fear that I could fly? As I stand here, in my balcony on the 19th floor, looking down at the East Side, staring down OMSI... looking down at the river, I get awake. And then I dissolve the railings. Dissolve. And the railings are gone. I spread my arms, I stand on my toes. I stop breathing. Stop. Open my eyes. Stop. Blink. The railings are gone No! It can't be! I can't fly! I shan't fly! No, I shan't fly. I fly. No. I fly. No. I fly? No I fly? No? I fly! no! I fly. I fly. No? I fly. I fly. I fly. N- I fly. I fly fly fly I fly. I fly. I fly. I fly. Yes. I open my eyes, and there is a sweetness in the back of my throat. I havent eaten anything, nor drunk. But, there's a sweetness. A sweetness in the aiiiir. A sweetness in the air. There is a sweetness in the air. Like how there is sweetness in water in some places. There's a sweetness in the air! Ooo. Flow, mama. Flow. An alignment of all the breath in just one direction. All of this moment is mine. All of it, mama. No withering doubts, no slithering doubts! Just being, mama. Just being. There's a taste! A taste of sweetness, mama.
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OMFG!!! This has got to be the best byline in blog history. "It's just spunk, mama." :rofl::rofl: I'm like imagining the scene right before this line was said!

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OMFG!!! This has got to be the best byline in blog history. "It's just spunk, mama." :rofl::rofl: I'm like imagining the scene right before this line was said!
:icflove: :D
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