Friday, November 7, 2014

Notes from my 57th trip (Baptismo na Floresta)

Bukowski was one of those guys that didn't need anyone's help, but at the same time you wanted him to stop hurting.

The forest is dying. If it goes, we all go.

Having fun and indulging in your vices is okay at the right time, but when it starts interrupting your mission, it becomes a problem.

I think one of the biggest problems w/ me and Flora is that I really believed that I wasn't important in her life.

My parents gave me many gifts, but I don't think they expected me to use it in this way.

Japanese people are fucking crazy.

I've seen a lot of fucked up films. I mean I fucking BOUGHT a film called "Cannibal Holocaust". Like WTF?

Remember. How a person is at a particular moment is not permanent.

Life becomes a lot different when you encounter the sacred arts.

We have to believe that there exists other romantic relationships than the one our parents had.

I totally put Desirée in the position of what it feels like for black people to hate white people.

Flora one time thought that I wanted to kill her. Like seriously end her life. But she needs to know that my mission is for her to LIVE.

When someone kills themselves out of cowardice, that is a tragedy.

The first crush I remember having was Kia Charisma. I mean look at that name. I remember one day she had really smelly feet and I thought to myself, "I would still love her, even if she had smelly feet."

I dated someone from the internet for 2 years. Like we sent each other letters and presents for our birthdays. The reason we broke up is because she found out I was only 14.

The internet will show you how racist the world still is.

We weave our own harmony. It is key to see how all the hobbies in your life influence the other. It is there how we learn to live our story.

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