"I see that wanting the Love of Another will not fix my Problems, because I have no Problems to fix. And the only Problem I would have, would be wanting a Love outside of me, to fix anything inside me." I say.
"That's good." says Chung Tzu, barely looking up. "You make very little sense, at all."
"Is that good?"
"Yes. Hopefully your brain will collapse now, and become like a deep stinking pile of shit in the sunshine, mixed with straw and dirt."
"I think it is happening right now. But shit doesn't talk, does it?"
Chung Tzu smiles, and does not look up.
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Quail Meadow
Irvine
6.19.12
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