Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

GuangZhou Airport

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Just arrived in Guangzhou airport. There’s a human jam to clear immigration. After this, I have a 2 hour car ride to Dongguan City.

my heart goes out to you… once your personal self is burnout.. other areas of your life comes crumbling down.. re.ship, health, integrity [ok, i know im sounding too serious but dont wait until then]. ultimately, go for wad is most important to you in life.

Well, this is a typical day although I have actually been there when there is very little people in the hall, i.e. we are the only plane on the tarmac. Going by what you have taken, you do not seem to have much choice because there are times when they would open unopened channels and it seems like a ‘full house’ today.

This Is Your Life

And you open the door and you step inside, we’re inside our heart.
Now imagine your pain is a white ball of healing light, that’s right, your pain, the pain itself is a white ball of healing light.
I don’t think so………………
This is your life, good to the last drop.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life and it is ending one minute at a time.
This is no seminar, this is no weekend retreat.
Where you are now, you can’t even imagine what the bottom will be like.

Only after disaster, can we be resurrected.
It’s only after you’ve lost everything, that u r free to do anything.
Nothing is static, everything is appalling.
Everything is falling apart.
This is your life,
This is your life.
This is your life.
This is your life.
Doesn’t get any better than this.
This is your life.
This is your life.
This is your life.
This is your life.
Spending one minute at a time.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake.
You are the same decant organic matter as everything else.
We are all part of the same composite.
We are the all singing, all dancing crap of the world.

You are not your bank account.
You are not the clothes you wear.
You are not the content of your wallet.
You are not your bowel cancer.
You are not your Grande latte.
You are not the car you drive.
You are not your fucking techies.

You have to give up.
You have to give up.
You have to give up.
You have to realize that someday you will die.
Until you know that, you are useless.
I say let me never be complete.
I say may I never be content.
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture.
I say deliver me from clever arts.
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth.
I say you have to give up.
I say, if all, let the chip falls where they may.
This is your life.
This is your life.
This is your life.
This is your life.
In it , in it….
Spending one minute at a time.
You have to give up. You have to give up.

So have you found your”by-far ,, the most interesting single serving friend” ?

yes yes, go blow up the credit card buildings.
you could do that or appear naked on your blog.
you won’t cause your a-sexual.
i think thats cool though. in some pacific islands, it could mean your a god.

love,
bob.