Ride to Davenport
Groomed the park
Made an awesome drawing for you
Riding up, had conscious contact with God. it’s a big white light. Felt like I might be dead. Feel like I am killing my mom. I can’t give in.
Building control and sanity. It’s good. Focus is pleasant, not tense. Feeling better. Containing feelings. Containing people. Containing identities.
Anyone who bothers me represents something inside of me. I am working at containing it all. Visualizing that. Visualize my brain. It’s all actually just inside that little thing.
It’s a dance. I didn’t realize the golf swing is a dance.
Life is better when you lotion your bumhole. I sort of accidentally did this today. But after a ride, things were way better in many ways.