The Faux Pas Press #104
The Lone Ranger
By Jason Fresh
Depressed a little. What the hell, man? Our beloved yet unfortunate Texas Rangers couldn't seem to pull it off - what - two years now? Shit, shit, shit! That is neither here nor there in the grand scheme I suppose (I'm getting spiritual and shit right now so I shouldn't be watching games when the portholes of heaven have just opened. I believe it was the Mayans or Zapatistas or was it George W. Bush that said this day would open the next realm before 2012. Worse things to worry about - like how I'm going to get me and the family aboard a spacecraft when the world ends. Transformation of consciousness motherfucker. Love that shit!). Hot yoga today - too hot for the damned hot tub. Good though - very good. I'm feeling like a member of some angelic race right now. Love is all you need? Maybe. I still have to remind myself that I'm a spiritual being (an alien maybe) living in this temporal plane, this 'tabernacle of clay' to coin Creed (miss you guys). Yes. I am feeling quite well tonight. Little Lola is having her birthday dreams as I write this. Miss her. Big ass birthday party planned for tomorrow. I'm not good at those things. I've received numerous phone calls and text messages tonight. Maybe I opened a storm of new energy in camel pose tonight. Look out for that heart chakra when you decide to follow the same path. My teacher at Bikram Nimitz told me not to get lost in the ego of this experiment. To which I promptly replied, "No - totally lost in the ego. No escaping it. Don't you know that I'm using this experiment as a promotional tool for my silly website and my hand modeling career. Check yourself." Oh, my writing is all over the place. "So what?" Thank you Dr. Warhol (miss you too). So, on I go in to the fold in the fabric of night, trying to avoid the enemy of consciousness all the time. I will find myself as the Lone Ranger too often: serving humanity, fighting injustice, becoming an angel of death to enemies of freedom. The Lone Ranger - so much for the other rangers out there who couldn't close it out. Shit, shit, shit!!
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