God Bless Exile On Main Street… I Can’t Even Feel The Pain No More

in fnord

keith_richards.jpgTrue Grace is often gritty. The holy spirit is a man of the people. Shakti herself is as much Salomé as Shekinah. It’s all in teh kinetics, the motion, the clapping, not the one hand. Shakti is the vibration of Shiva’s String. Lingam and Yoni fit into String and M theory better than Tao into the Quantum. Tailor made, that one.

People think I’m crazy, they’re always trying to waste me…make me burn the candle right down.

Keith Richards plays guitar the way Otis Redding sings. Chillblains. Yes he is a  saint. His realm is elemental, but halo of brass can shine as brightly as one of gold. Better a halo than a noose.

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  1. Tailor made! It measures up that’s for sure. Just you wait till I get the lawn in my face again my friend; I shall join you at these superb puns of pondering. Very well done indeed.

    I like your new, clean white space.

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