Tend to December 10th
“December Decimal Decagon” — It’s like saying Dec. 10. Today seems to unleash odd occurrences. Everything you do today, do it 10 times? Or repeat yourself over and over again for hours and hours. And our time is so precious, right?
Sometimes things will fall into spaces beyond our imaginationship; In places we build relations, where we put things together to make it fit. As I sip a cup of coffee softly, I hardly notice the little lotus looming nearer to my third eye. I seem to want to tend to a lifetime of servitude, to food of course. Evolution to pollution of music is increasing. We must do something about it.
Tend to December 10th, as the day is long.
The equation to life’s troubles:
