What I thought to be my third eye became something far from it. A nice solid zit to start off the first day of school accompanied me. So my first friend was easy to make with it residing on my left cheek.
I surely didn't order a pimple to-go on Taco Bell's late night menu. But that's what came about from the cheese quesadilla and potato griller. I guess the pimple was silently hiding on the receipt. Anywho, last night was the first night I received enough z's off in sulmber land to wake up fully rested. Last night I was able to tap into a thirty minute mediation. Something radiate about the feeling of your own being. When thoughts no longer seem to clog the over-all human experience. a sense of belonging resides within. Tapping into this power isn't easy, but I am certain this practice is what will keep me at home within, and the pimples down to a minimum.
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