26 March 2006
The Sort of Thing Claypot Dreamstance Says to the Walls When He Can't Sleep
How did we move from being a body, to owning a body? From I am sick, to I feel sick? When did the secretions of the brain take primacy and allow us to treat our flesh as a suit of clothes we’re stuck with because we lost the receipt and can’t exchange it for another? Who told us souls inhabit bodies? Why do we easily proclaim we are spirits who just want to fly but are burdened by this accreting bloody mess we have to drag around like overstuffed luggage? How do we find grace in our amazing forms again?
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# posted by Mario @ 12:13 AM 
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I can't sleep either.
Here're my answers:
fall in love
tango
get Shiatsu
walk balanced on a railroad track
study a martial art
all of the above
Here're my answers:
fall in love
tango
get Shiatsu
walk balanced on a railroad track
study a martial art
all of the above
Nice post, Mario. And I like Theriomorph's suggestions. Mine are:
hug
wiggle your toes
laugh
dance
roll around on the ground
sit in the dirt
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hug
wiggle your toes
laugh
dance
roll around on the ground
sit in the dirt
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