in what is seen, only what is seen

Oh would you seek a some new senses?
Where? Into a stuff? You find not there.
Attempt in speed 0.75 at least writ that you be listen.
And you getta marvel about don’t know you writ.
How so?
I be able lathers writ conspectus with any quickly lector.

It a idiot marvell just you don’t know half words.
And second half context you don’t know what sound there pronounce.
Tnx mr Talking Sock.
Yes it hit. I and the same say. All matter in a senses.
To way it sense a little babe such don’t know nothing at all.
It feel are unpleasant but I’m a gourmand.
Go away I doesn’t a book worm and not a librarian in glass
Just
yeah there I forced admit that I really maniac
and someone could say isn’t up my alley.
and right only a maniacs there walking in a night.
and every and all with us
have a knife in top knee-boot.
It alley only for infinitive poet.
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Phenomenology see in both eye.
I go for shopped cigarettes
And go to a alley I’m without a case remember what
In looking only looking and in listen only listen
purely Buddhist matters
It thought not tinking but just rotate around.
So I dragged down alley for self buy a smoke.
 and the saleswoman ask to me annoed
when I was paying for what he there stand?

To my right hand stand grand Buddhist a monk.
With too little a cup for give.
And he meek smile. Maybe it you client?
It specialized shop tobacco and
There was wandered in a monk.
And I of course don’t memory about think five minutes ago.
Catch up - yeah in looking only looking

I told the saleswoman it was for you.
I don't have any cash on me.
I asked the monk what faith he was.
and he whispered softly in Chinese.
and pointed to the amulet.
My donation was a pack of cherry cigarettes.
and he said sese.
I'm sleeping. It's okay.
That's my usual thought now.
just there It's are no monasteries or chinatowns.
and there's not a single Chinese person

What an idiot I am.
I should have spoken to him in Chinese.
What an idiot I am.
I don't remember no one a word.
I thought about it later.

But after I met him, I felt so calm.
He came to remind me of the vanity of the mundane perhaps.
I was visited by grace.
O Buddha Amitofo!
I will never eat meat again.
Understand this is not a vow.
Phenomenology see in both eye.
Because
“In looking only looking and in listen only listen..”

I went into the store and it started raining suddenly, a wall of water.
and the dreamer turned into the one seen in the dream
This monk had a very long wooden rosary and bling from eBay on his chest. He was so tall that I could see mostly his chest. He was standing almost touching me, but I only noticed him when the salesgirl asked me who he was. wow question. which of these details means something to the phenomenon of this non-event?

I also told him your alms bowl was too small.
and I showed him a good size with my hands.
He agreed with a nod.
Surprisingly even energy.
I don't get it. He put a lot of stress on the salesgirl.
Maybe she suspected a robbery.
Phenomenologist, keep your eyes open.
We're seeing the full story, right?
Uh, no.
Thanks, Mr. Sock. You've ruined everything.

What we see is what we see.
I wasn't there, was I?
Yeah, the observer disappeared into the alley,
on a cigarette run.
An observer? Dreaming and dreaming?
Oh, that's pure buddhist stuff.
Melt into thin air yourself, but trying to pin Buddha in place is commendable.
There is no observer in the observed.
There's only the observed.
Was that monk even there?

Cold is not for the mind.
Anyway, the chinese monk is definitely a good sign to me.
Except you weren't there.
I'll prove it. The cigarettes are there. I bought them there.
And how nice it is to be fooled by the uninformed, isn't it?

“you CloudChaser denied that you denied.”
All turn around that phrase
in what has been seen only what has been seen.
you know where you stole it from, right?
Of course I do.
I just didn't know it was a persona remover.
and a summoner of suspicious monks.
But I liked that feeling of detachment.
If I suddenly melt into thin air, don't mind me.
It's a dream. It's okay.

the phenomenologist core of the story has never been found.
You'd be crazy to find it.
But Mr. Sock, it's obvious that you're definitely nowhere to be found.
I'm sometimes present somewhere.
This vanity act has got to stop.
It's the opposite of prestigious to be a person here.
The ossified deformations of the mind are ugly.
What can be considered a source of pride here and for whom.

A diamond sutra? I have one for my keychain.
That's what I'm talking about.
“in what is seen, only what is seen.
“in what you hear, only what you hear.”
What you read is what you read.
What's there to read? It doesn't say anything at all.
And no commentary,
We don't have a commentator either.

Where's the observer, the overseer,
the butt of every barrel,
who was walking down the alley?
How much do you care?
Concern is only concern.
and no one's even experienced it.

all right, but that's not what I was gonna talk about.
And you don't get to choose.
There's no one to choose.
It's a really exciting feeling.
Arguing with life is tedious all your life.
There's only the perceived in the perceived.
but you're neither here nor there.

Hi, Exebiche.
of course.

These are all strange things.
and they're mind-crushing.
That's what's good for us now.
Mr. Talking Sock, are you an interested party?
Anyway,
no need to answer,
I think we've had enough for one day.

Gambler?
No. Who would call someone that?
It's not just this text that's trash.
Every personality is trash too.
and must be recycled sooner or later...
Shall we save some more trash?
Yea, it's a good time to clean up.

All that's left in what we've seen is what we've seen.
We used to be metaphorical.
And now we're also impartial.

But in impartiality, there's only impartiality.
Sock, you're a crystal diamond.

those paths will never cross again.
the given is only the given, isn’t it?
Yeah, but they had their chance.
and it turned out to be a matter of preference.
I don't need to understand.
What could someone who does not exist need from those who do exist?
What to give someone who has everything?

creepy song
I have nothing to do with it.
I'm just a performer