my penis is full of chewing gum
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Showing posts with label zen master. Show all posts
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Friday, February 13, 2015
TOZAN SHEET #21 SOTO ZEN + DICK FULL OF CHEWING GUM
my mind is blank
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i feel the loss of muscle mass in my father in his grave
TOZAN SHEET #12 - ARE YOU IMMORTAL YET?
Are you Immortal Yet
Write me something challenging, she sez It's true. All that shit I sed is true.
And people's neurotransmitters are all fucked up
I drive a $70,000 car so I park the shit sideways
I am celibate in the sense that even when I have sex I'm fucking GOD
And when I'm not fucking I'm still being fucked by God
But it's nothing all the way down
Or it's Turtles all the way down
Or it's Bavarian Donuts all the way down
Or it's Holes all the way down
Or it's Tozan Sheets all the way down
Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up To Me
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Where the gothic steamships dock
My bespoke British candy shop in the tourist trap section of my pineal gland.
All of the intellectual stuff is like a poo-poo platter in a bad Chinese restaurant
And you're like "I don't want any of this stuff."
You don't want the savory sugared pork sticks
Or the deep fried tofu crab in cream cheese
And you don't want the rice pork dim sum dumplings
And the rice comes from a bleach vat in Shanghai
YOU WANT TO BE FUCKED BY GOD And the rice comes from a bleach vat in Shanghai
TOZAN SHEET #7 100% LEGIT
jutsu means ability to do something
power means ability to make things happen ok
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black japanese river stone
chilling in my bed, my lover
i compress all my worldly drama into that stone
i compress all my worldly drama into that stone
very light,
something i could lose easily.
simple
light
you're impressed with how fucking legit i am 100%
i'm wearing black
of course.
/of course.
TOZAN SHEET #4 - FUCK ME OR MEDITATE
Fuck me or Meditate
Otherwise you're on some slave shit aight?
How many people in your life
Worship you like a god/dezz
Worship you like a god/dezz
Anyone? HELLO SELF WORTH ISSUES
ON SOME SLAVE SHIT
Fuck me or meditate. Those are your only 2 options.
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Did u breath consciously today
R U fucking retarded? That's like white belt jutsu
I sit in silence in my parlor.
Yes I have a parlor.
If you don't have a parlor just give up.
I took the dharma name 'Tozan'
I took the dharma name 'Tozan'
Before you ask, it doesn't mean ANYTHING.
Eyes. Crucial portals. Cruicial Crucial.
Gag reflex disconnected, in comes the art juice
Gulp Gulp Gulp
Till you vomit butterflies and concrete
I am way out there
I am not gettable in the conventional sense
I don't have little hungry feelers seeking emotional gratification
I am not gettable in the conventional sense
I don't have little hungry feelers seeking emotional gratification
My eyes are tuned to a live channel
I have found locations inner that are pure of this static junk
I am invincible because the reflection connection is 100%
I took the dharma test and scored 100%
I am invincible because the reflection connection is 100%
I took the dharma test and scored 100%
I'm a rapper so I'm happy to brag about it
Here's Tantra:
It actually goes too 1,000%
But anything over 100 and you get whatever you want
And have no problems.
And have no problems.
Flat out.
Read The Dalai Lamas On Tantra
Mullin, Glenn H
Snow Lion, 2013
Mullin, Glenn H
Snow Lion, 2013
Read The Tantric Path Of Indestructible Wakefulness
Trungpa, Chögyam
Shambhala, 2013
Shambhala, 2013
914 pages
Read The Tao of Wu
RZA (from Wu-Tang BITCH!!!)
Riverhead Books, 2009
You have no idea until you bottom out.
Solitude is preferable.
Hideous in its insightful reticence.
O fuck I spelled that right 1st try!/
TOZAN SHEET #3 - THE ANSWER TO EVERYTHING
the answer to everything
"you talk too fucking much" -tozan
deep in my ear canal is a part of my ear canal that isn't moist
it itches because colorado is dry
part of my chest hair turned white when i meditate in joshua tree
it itches because colorado is dry
part of my chest hair turned white when i meditate in joshua tree
i don't give a fuck about transmitting accurately
i can see with picasso's eyes
i can see with picasso's eyes
hypercube
nonplanar geomoetries
fuck your mindset up
i'm better than drugs
i'm like this all the time
nonplanar geomoetries
fuck your mindset up
i'm better than drugs
i'm like this all the time
i am starting the smarter than you, richer than you and hotter than you club
tons of rich, smart and hot people can join
but not you
but not you
(written for my ex-girlfriend)
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god is my ex girlfriend
now we're into deep meta-territory
where even the idea of a wall crumbles
where even the idea of a wall crumbles
you walk around in shambles like you just ruined your favorite outfit
molten lava inside your bank statement
imagine it
you go anywhere
imagine it
you go anywhere
hollow
you try to break open a whale bone and suck out the marrow
but cheese pizza comes out
but cheese pizza comes out
alive in nothingness
everything is sleek and black
for a while it looks sexy
but your dark, warped reflection grows too eerie
you hate looking at it for a while and make violent art
for a while it looks sexy
but your dark, warped reflection grows too eerie
you hate looking at it for a while and make violent art
then you get used to it and are void of course
this is why we're meant to just FUCK
in the cottony alone void
in the kali yuga
ketchup is not flavorful you have to use blood.
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TOZAN SHEET #1
ode to my bright fucking halo
use me like a pen you found wherever and jacked itit's yours and you can make it say anything
i'm a custom muppet you designed and built yourself from rubber hoses and discarded bottles of reishi extract
peer at me thru the miron glass
meditate on the vortices behind the sun
WE FUCKS YOU UP LEBOWSKI
god,
i fuck you in the god
fucking ASSHOLES
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you can't actually see me
you didn't see the actual grenade
the symbol employs the power
if you want to figure out what symbol you're interfacing with you have to come and fuck me
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I'M THE FORCE
I mean I use the force
Which is part of me
I'M THE FUCKING FORCE
OOOooOoOOO watch Vanilla Sky 3 times in a row
Think about the mask you wear
You could be fucking hot people right now
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I TOOK A STAND
the meaning of TOZAN
have taken the dharma name "TOZAN" which means nothing so you can stop thinking about it.
If you're bored break up with your boyfriend and come fuck me, I guarantee you it would be interesting.
Stop going to spiritual gatherings, if you're going to pay money get somebody from taskrabbit to bake you a cake or paint your bedroom orange. Here is the only problem with going to shit like that, it's like telling your subconcious you aren't at the highest possible level of evolution.
My music is going great & etc etc i won at life etc.
Increasingly breaking the habit of living with any kind of limitation whatsoever, I think for me for my personal lifestyle the only sin is conceiving of rules or limitations. When I operate outside of that it's creativity non-stop with no judgement on anything.
Studying Picasso a lot, or looking at his eyes anyway. He quit art school furious with establishment & with his father and he would look at other successful artists and get so furious and enraged and he was competitive. He knew within himself a dragon lived there so he woke up and painted 3 masterpieces before breakfast. It was easy for him b/c he didn't think "is this a masterpice" he thought "IMA LAY MY FUCKING COCK DOWN BIATCH*******************) and then he went and fucked gertrude stein or 7 ballarinas or whatever. He had a Dauschhund he named lump.
Spirituality is the study of the force behind the thing. I look at Picasso and I meditate on his animating energy, the force that drove him. I do sungazing and think what dimension is the sun EMANATING FROM that's where you DL the information from. ETC. That's why "reality is a dream" "maya" etc it's that the world is in things behind things. YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK
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3X's
I'm good in bed and I have stamina.
-Tozan
If you're bored break up with your boyfriend and come fuck me, I guarantee you it would be interesting.
Stop going to spiritual gatherings, if you're going to pay money get somebody from taskrabbit to bake you a cake or paint your bedroom orange. Here is the only problem with going to shit like that, it's like telling your subconcious you aren't at the highest possible level of evolution.
My music is going great & etc etc i won at life etc.
Increasingly breaking the habit of living with any kind of limitation whatsoever, I think for me for my personal lifestyle the only sin is conceiving of rules or limitations. When I operate outside of that it's creativity non-stop with no judgement on anything.
Studying Picasso a lot, or looking at his eyes anyway. He quit art school furious with establishment & with his father and he would look at other successful artists and get so furious and enraged and he was competitive. He knew within himself a dragon lived there so he woke up and painted 3 masterpieces before breakfast. It was easy for him b/c he didn't think "is this a masterpice" he thought "IMA LAY MY FUCKING COCK DOWN BIATCH*******************) and then he went and fucked gertrude stein or 7 ballarinas or whatever. He had a Dauschhund he named lump.
Spirituality is the study of the force behind the thing. I look at Picasso and I meditate on his animating energy, the force that drove him. I do sungazing and think what dimension is the sun EMANATING FROM that's where you DL the information from. ETC. That's why "reality is a dream" "maya" etc it's that the world is in things behind things. YOU CAN TAKE THAT TO THE BANK
<<XXXXXXXXXXXXXX
3X's
I'm good in bed and I have stamina.
-Tozan
half-drunk in palm springs
Do not hold on to your robes. -Rinzai
perspective
"Hey Tawny,"
"Hey Golilocks," hispanic and black people love to call me,
even when my hair is greasy and I haven't washed it for a week,
which is why I'm in a salon where these people resent a guy with hair
down to his ass,
drowning in prayer beads,
wearing a brand-new white haynes undershirt from Rite-Aid,
soon to be ruined by rolling in the desert,
getting your Frank Sinatra on,
palm springs, the true writer's hideout, the edge of the barren brutality, the bare minimum of society
of crunks, genuine layabout crunks.
tawny.
in a past life some witch doctor shrunk my head,
and i reincarnated with half my brain missing,
the half that's supposed to care about society.
buddhism and karma and compassion and all that crap, i get it.
i love it. it's an object of affection, like a shaved pussy, it's beautiful
and unattainable. we fixate anyways. we gravitate to it anyways.
in the ocean of desert and broken martini glasses shaped like inverted UFOs,
invented by aliens who flew their spacecraft drunk and upside-down
or maybe space is their ground, and this planet is heaven,
and they just like to keep it in perspective.
/
afraid to write anything good
the last line of my poem is usually the best line, and i just give up.
that's the marker that i'm finished warming up and now the real writing begins.
you don't give up when your cock is finally hard. that's when the party STARTS
can't they just teach this in writing class?
comparing cock to writing would really put it in perspective.
i want a cock-shaped yacht.
the toilet-bilge can come spurting out the tip.
my boatswain's whistle in my mouth between the j and the cocktail
as the captain, abusing my whistle priveledges,
none of the crew hear it anymore, like ambulances in NYC, subliminally encoding us in a state of ongoing crisis,
the rivers of concrete molting like diseased cockateil,
young girls splashing and floating their breasts in the reflecting pool
that was originally for meditation.
meditation attracts floating breasts. the more sincere my zen practice, the more breasts will manifest.
monks must be ordained pimps. the conclusion of an impossible living
in the tar pits, the obscurity within obscurity,
the noble and pure obscurity,
never writing anything good.
/
giving up is the point
the entire point of going to a zen monastery
the entire point of being a zen master
is to get your disciples to give up and leave.
anyone trying to get enlightened is an asshole.
like these people selling secrets to make money
and they make money from selling their secrets, not from the secrets themselves.
giving up is the point. give up trying to do it and do it.
Master Unmon asked Tozan some ordinary questions.
Tozan gave simple, straightforward answers.
The Master said, "I spare you 60 blows."
/
the medium is the message
if you keep your saké in a plastic bag,
somebody will put a goldfish in it.
you can piss in a fancy bottle,
and eventually somebody will drink it.
you should contemplate this thoroughly.
/
if my dick was jagged
a love poem to a rock i put in my mouth
mick jagger and my jagged theoretical cock have something in common.
horsetail and nettle tea and rudolf steiner's fucking around in akashic records
the sun dips below the mountains, finally, i realize it's after 6
drinking, i thought it was noon, and thought badly of myself.
it's a number on a digital liquid crystal box built in china by girl with small hands.
mt. olympus and the himalayas and my jagged cock rising from the ocean.
you remember the altitude hypoxia, as though from another life.
a queer polaroid flash later and you're invincible, and 10 gluons moan and rearrange at my will.
if i can jedi a masseuse's hands to heal my divided, jagged crotch
if i can manifest two specific cars in the whole foods parking lot by watching youtube vids the night before,
if i can bring anyone to my door just by talking to myself in a mirror,
then this universe is a cosmic lucky charms
i get to call the charms as i see them,
alphabet soup,
corny witticisms and drunken geeks and tarantino marathons
and gold coins horded in slashed mattresses and coiled snakes in dreamtime olfactory mesh
and byzantine neuropathways flooded with seratonin from hysterical laughter
with a paper bag over my head with cut O's for eyes and mouth
hyperventilating into another bag
a stone is spent after cumming in lava 800 million years ago
you can get through a desert sucking on it
just convince it you are that lava.
/
perspective
"Hey Tawny,"
"Hey Golilocks," hispanic and black people love to call me,
even when my hair is greasy and I haven't washed it for a week,
which is why I'm in a salon where these people resent a guy with hair
down to his ass,
drowning in prayer beads,
wearing a brand-new white haynes undershirt from Rite-Aid,
soon to be ruined by rolling in the desert,
getting your Frank Sinatra on,
palm springs, the true writer's hideout, the edge of the barren brutality, the bare minimum of society
of crunks, genuine layabout crunks.
tawny.
in a past life some witch doctor shrunk my head,
and i reincarnated with half my brain missing,
the half that's supposed to care about society.
buddhism and karma and compassion and all that crap, i get it.
i love it. it's an object of affection, like a shaved pussy, it's beautiful
and unattainable. we fixate anyways. we gravitate to it anyways.
in the ocean of desert and broken martini glasses shaped like inverted UFOs,
invented by aliens who flew their spacecraft drunk and upside-down
or maybe space is their ground, and this planet is heaven,
and they just like to keep it in perspective.
/
afraid to write anything good
the last line of my poem is usually the best line, and i just give up.
that's the marker that i'm finished warming up and now the real writing begins.
you don't give up when your cock is finally hard. that's when the party STARTS
can't they just teach this in writing class?
comparing cock to writing would really put it in perspective.
i want a cock-shaped yacht.
the toilet-bilge can come spurting out the tip.
my boatswain's whistle in my mouth between the j and the cocktail
as the captain, abusing my whistle priveledges,
none of the crew hear it anymore, like ambulances in NYC, subliminally encoding us in a state of ongoing crisis,
the rivers of concrete molting like diseased cockateil,
young girls splashing and floating their breasts in the reflecting pool
that was originally for meditation.
meditation attracts floating breasts. the more sincere my zen practice, the more breasts will manifest.
monks must be ordained pimps. the conclusion of an impossible living
in the tar pits, the obscurity within obscurity,
the noble and pure obscurity,
never writing anything good.
/
giving up is the point
the entire point of going to a zen monastery
the entire point of being a zen master
is to get your disciples to give up and leave.
anyone trying to get enlightened is an asshole.
like these people selling secrets to make money
and they make money from selling their secrets, not from the secrets themselves.
giving up is the point. give up trying to do it and do it.
Master Unmon asked Tozan some ordinary questions.
Tozan gave simple, straightforward answers.
The Master said, "I spare you 60 blows."
/
the medium is the message
if you keep your saké in a plastic bag,
somebody will put a goldfish in it.
you can piss in a fancy bottle,
and eventually somebody will drink it.
you should contemplate this thoroughly.
/
if my dick was jagged
a love poem to a rock i put in my mouth
mick jagger and my jagged theoretical cock have something in common.
horsetail and nettle tea and rudolf steiner's fucking around in akashic records
the sun dips below the mountains, finally, i realize it's after 6
drinking, i thought it was noon, and thought badly of myself.
it's a number on a digital liquid crystal box built in china by girl with small hands.
mt. olympus and the himalayas and my jagged cock rising from the ocean.
you remember the altitude hypoxia, as though from another life.
a queer polaroid flash later and you're invincible, and 10 gluons moan and rearrange at my will.
if i can jedi a masseuse's hands to heal my divided, jagged crotch
if i can manifest two specific cars in the whole foods parking lot by watching youtube vids the night before,
if i can bring anyone to my door just by talking to myself in a mirror,
then this universe is a cosmic lucky charms
i get to call the charms as i see them,
alphabet soup,
corny witticisms and drunken geeks and tarantino marathons
and gold coins horded in slashed mattresses and coiled snakes in dreamtime olfactory mesh
and byzantine neuropathways flooded with seratonin from hysterical laughter
with a paper bag over my head with cut O's for eyes and mouth
hyperventilating into another bag
a stone is spent after cumming in lava 800 million years ago
you can get through a desert sucking on it
just convince it you are that lava.
/
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