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Friday, February 13, 2015

TOZAN SHEET #35 STOP FUCKING AROUND


Anti-zen master
I'll put this as politely as I can:
YOU'RE FUCKING UP
What's the point of zen if you just fuck around
And leave your dirty dishes everywhere
That's sloppy just end it
If you feel negatively you're doing it wrong and totally fucking it up for yourself
Everyone that suffers on the planet is a reflection of your fractured psyche

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hackerspace . . . entering quantum zen floatation space
when you give up and stop trying to be pretty and stop trying to make it fucking perfect and you just let it rip from your gun-tits that's when the milk starts flowing and people are lined up around the block to drink the milk from your tits.
MILKY TITTY
I could make a little cum pastry and each guy
you know?
heh

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Each little miracle in life
And it comes quantum
A little treasure hidden in your asshole
Like Tozan's finger
Don't look at the finger, look at the
ASSHOLE

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A little apothecary of drenched sexual fluids in my closet
hehehehehehehee
I'm liek the marquis de sade except not locked up
heheheheheh

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These are the Fine Poems.
Someday somebody will be like
Tozan wrote Fine Poems
Here you go.
If you want something, just get it. You know?
Can you work 13 hours straight on a project without stopping?
What's stopping you? ARE YOU BEING A FUCK?
What's the point of zen if you just fuck around
And leave your dirty dishes everywhere
That's sloppy just end it

TOZAN SHEET #31 EGO ENLIGHTENMENT


I show up every day and create, period.
That's flat out. That's beyond any trying to be anything.
I fuck your shit up and then I wipe my dick with a rough towel.

Find me in here somewhere among the words
A cave of words. A friendship.
A dynasty???? Da-Mo shows up with a shoe on his head.

I am burning for a new kind of music
Harder. Driving 3X the speed limit.
85 in a 35. Bass strong enough to kill you.

If Buddha were alive
If Socrates were alive
If Mohomid were alive
If all these fucks we worship are alive
They would prolly say spirituality is dead, just do your fucking shit
Die into it

I'm Tozan as the black wire around me burns
I'm Tozan as my finger slides into you and I feel waves of wetness pouring
I'm Tozan able to fuck indefinitely and retain my jing
Therefore all I need is a chunk of raw cacao and some coffee and I sleep 3 hours
Every day I finish a novel
I have a bias for action
I have a bias for fucking your shit up
I have a bias for hiding rosehips in your lodged area

While you sit on the lodge and screw contemplate the void
I'm a holy arhat check out my ARR HAT
My boots get compliments every day
My jewelry gets compliments every day
People hang out their windows to compliment my fresh whip
DO YOU HAVE A FRESH WHIP
People are pressed over the Tozan equipment

And my striped tiger dick fresh with monoatomic gold
Don't ask how it got like that
Tozan
fresher than a mawfuchakh