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AND LISTEN TO THE NEW SONG BELLOW and leave comment in soundcloud if you have no life and want yet another account on the internet (or if you are a music junky)
OK :)
Now some kitchy-katchy up-pee.....
It´s official. Write your own personal eulogy for the general structure within this blog.
In Spanish the phrase is: "como me sale de la pollaI" - how it comes out of the ****, meaning everywhere/all over the place.
Basically, expect nothing and assume everything from here on out. Try to bear with me as I unleash the blog-stop party como sale de la polla.
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BUDDHA
Yes, they have it in Barcelona but come and find it for yourself because we ain´t in Mendocino County anymore. But no, silly, I´m talking about the religious figure silly.
Last weekend The D-Ster, Nataliaca and I went on a rambling raining adventure rolling along the road to the Buddhist Temple tucked into the hills outside of Barcelona. The climb up through layers of altitude yielded blustery waves rippling across the surface of the sea down the mountain to our left. The mountain itself divulged a true Spanish landscape as we peaked and saw the rain swept shrubs cling to their dessert-like terrain. Quite a beautiful drive, to say it in few words.
We arrived and went wandering around a city something like the City of 10,000 Buddhas. Though it was more commercialized (we popped into the shop loaded with incense and statues of Genesha [isn´t he supposed to be Hindu?] and there definitely was a cafe where I could get some hot chocolate [Buddhist style?--well, we opted not to enter*).
We opted not to enter the cafe because the grounds have unbelievable gardens surrounding a pond protected within rustic masonry wall. Flanking the gardens were then natural gardens to the terrain where we harvested a few buttons of Eucalyptus and other aromatic and season adornments to place in the house of Nataliesha. Now, suddenly, as if Buddha wanted us to get along on our way, the wind began to blow hard with pelting rain and we ended up having to skip the Stupa (which I´m intent upon returning to see!) and dash for the car.
Alright, now imagine that the scene changing with an effect that reminds you of revolving doors or maybe the doors to any old western saloon.....
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BUDDHA AND SHERRI - HEAD TO HEAD (TO FLOOR)
Now we are in me house and I´m in the large part of the hall outside of my rooms, happening upon our flatmate neighbor who lives next door while he is cleaning his room (yes, this is mildly funny, but mostly awe inspiring--I think.... hahaha). So the background goes that this guy is one of the more irresponsible party boys I´ve ever met and fills himself with all kinds of junk after he drinks wine at home and gets really drunk and goes at. In the wee hours, he then comes back home and talks to HDP and I while we are brushing out teeth while he continues to drink and shakes in the hallway because he´s done too many drugs. Yes, somethings do frighten me and he is included (just so you don´t worry, we plan to change our flat in the near future).
So there we are, me happening upon my housemate as he is hauling his little state of Buddha, one of his only decorations, out of his room to do a cleaning. Keep in mind, this guy grilled HDP about being Buddhist when HDP hap-hazardly said he was Buddhist and from my point of view, that is the silliest way to communicate with a fellow Buddhist that I´ve ever heard. OKAY... you and I think... the punch line already.
Heads will roll..... I come upon him on his knees clutching the head to his Buddha that had just decapitated itself as it was in transit from room to hallway. And I suppose the only thing I could do was ask you, my valiant readers,
What do you do when you happen upon the flatmate who leaves a sour taste in your mouth every time you see him, who parties until his hair falls out (this process is taking place--there are hair implant syringes in the bathroom) and then heatedly "fights for the word of Buddha" with your BF [best friend? wouldn´t you like to know] when you stumble upon him on his knees with Buddha´s decapitated head in his hands?
Do you buy him a drink? Maybe a new Buddha.....
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NOW LISTEN TO THIS
And yes, the song for the day slips nicely into context:
I miss and love every one of you!!!
MDO
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