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Dharma Bum

I am here for Friends

About Me

There's no home for you here girl go away. No fuckin rules. A tired man with hours to go just waiting to be taken away. Two words, KEITH MOON. Three words, Borrow means have. Lots of words, Easy to do are things that are bad and harmful to oneself, but exceedingly difficult to do are things that are good and benificial.Like a flower full of color but without fragrance, even so fruitless are the fair words of one who does not practice them.There is no fire like lust; there is no grip like hatred; there is no net like delusion; there is no river like craving. Give everything away.Cash it in and throw it all away, you never really needed it anyway. Still, the idea that hoboes, or the jobless, or the homeless would do anything to avoid work is just one of the many stereotypes that are still with us. Hoboes are migratory workers, tramps are migratory work avoiders; and bums are often alcoholic, greatly deteriorated, relatively stationary, non-workers. Having gone from home to homelessness, let him yearn for the delight in detatchment, so difficult to enjoy. The rules of the road have been lodged, it's only peoples games that you have to [email protected]

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My Interests

I have no interest in gold mines, oil wells, shipping or real estate. Hoboes are not just bums. In the hierarchy of habitual none fare paying travelers, hoboes are near the top and bums are at the bottom, with tramps lying somwhere in between.

I'd like to meet:

I found her.Chan Marshall-Miranda July. A lover not a fighter-hardcore radical rap rhyme writer.

Music:

Easy listening sounds of the sea spooky far out new age classical stuff. Anything but the Fireballs of Freedom.

Movies:

Werner Herzog

Television:

Not plugged in, but at your house we'll watch PBS.

Books:

Marx and Engels:The communist Manifesto. Your daughters diary.

Heroes:

Fuck your heroes. http://www.kunja.dhamma.org/index.html

My Blog

One two three four I declair a thumb war.

Play along. It aint even dark. Gazing from my window basement. Walls fortess. Friendship and disdain. Underneath lights glow. Deep and wide. Don't talk of love. If loved. It is important not...
Posted by Dharma Bum on Tue, 03 Apr 2007 02:40:00 PST

Coors light work nights. Get off start fights.

My daddy always said "son, shit or get off the pot" I am still shitting and on the "pot"~I am not sure what he ment. I always stole his pot and didn't give a shit. Go figure. Eight.
Posted by Dharma Bum on Thu, 18 Jan 2007 05:12:00 PST

Let's start over.

http://www.kunja.dhamma.org/index.html This is what I've signed up for in the month of November. Check it out. Time for a new me. Hail satan. xoxo Christopher    ...
Posted by Dharma Bum on Tue, 24 Oct 2006 10:39:00 PST