Trusting the rusting process to erode the road that leads my head down this spiral code. So here we go.
While you sit and stand and walk and squat I’d like to know whether you are conscious of your own body or not. Are you attached at the hip to yourself or lit like the rear end of a firework about to launch, disconnecting your roots from the Source?
Of course you ought to know by now that the faster you go the easier it pours and flows from your fingertips. No matter how many times I tell you your wrists are still resting too much. Roll em around and take em on the town get em out of your basement apartment and shake other wrists until your barriers melt into a pool of communal drool from being slackjawed and awed at the amazing feats a few beatniks can accomplish. I wish that everyone remained this sharp and tuned but I guess you need numbness in communes or else the overstimulation would lead to gross exhaustion. Walking, once again, aught to be an enlightening experience, lifting up and over, not dragging you down deeper toward the ground. Where’d that spring in your step go?
Has all this talk about posture lost your attention? Well that’s precisely the pitfall of it all. Once we lose attention we lose retention of our spine. The slouch sets in and the couch calls you by name. Since when has scrunching seemed easier? It used to be that being nicely stacked was the natural way to react, and now we’re slowly growing hunchbacks! Don’t give in! Fight back! Remember though that it won’t take much of a fight, because once the energy starts to flow, everything starts to fall back into place and there will be an omnipresent grin upon your face.