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Hurry, Worry and too much  Curry

  • Writer: davidsmith208
    davidsmith208
  • Nov 2, 2019
  • 2 min read

Hurry, Worry and too much Curry Poem: Hurry, worry and too much curry is what will kill you. Sugar and bread will puff you up like you are a pastry and make you lazy. By the end of the century A.I. will finally have solved the question of nutrition. When you are at the top of your head it is the same as high thinking. When you are just pure attention you could be gaining energy. The sound current could be like your gravy. If you live every day like it is your last one you can think seriously about union with God. You can declutter your junk for the sake of yourself and everyone else. Meditation and not eating can be used as a sweeping cure-all and prevent any diseases you are entertaining. If you are not sure of what to do next, you can just become a totally enlightened Buddhist and sit in meditation effectively for eternity. The sound current is effective at removing deception. It would be better for us if the Sun did rise early in the morning but it doesn’t so why isn’t there mass migration to the southern hemisphere? Apparently the birds do it. If you don’t take Life seriously maybe you will death. You can have an elite retreat by passing to the third hour sweet. It is actually western man that is barbaric and it takes him a long time to settle down. You can just sit on a level plain but it might take more than that to really advance. You can enter into Thoreau’s ant war. A Poem by David Smith NYC November 2, 2019 #antwar #thoreau #hurryandworry #sugar #pastry #levelplain


 
 
 

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