"I Let Go's" conversion to Kindle and approval by Amazon will probably take another week or so. Very likely it will be all ready before the 14th, providing a potentially wonderful and appropriate Valentine's Day present, depending on your relationship. The other positive side to the delay is that now you have extra time to save up your pennies, all ninety-nine of them to invest in "I Let Go's" transformational wisdom. But this blog is turning into shameless, self-absorbed self-promotion. Other people have dreams too. For instance, the Boatman has many beautiful dreams.
One of the Boatman's dreams recently came true. Since pre-adolescence, he has longed for a cold sore that looked like an oyster. Well, it's amazing what a little drishti (inward focus), as well as a little kissing and/or sharing a glass with the wrong person can do:
The Cold Sore:
The Oyster:
The Cold Sore and the Oyster:
I just googled "oyster-shaped cold sore." If I leave the quotation marks on, I get nothing. Maybe that means that the Boatman has the Monopoly for oyster-shaped cold sores and he will become a Google Images Superstar as soon as I post this.
I'm not sure. But it would be great if you could do your part to spread the Boatman's OSCS far and wide. Once the Boatman becomes a Google Images Superstar, he promises that he will never eat an oyster again. So spread the OCSC, not only for the Boatman, but also for the oysters.
With Gratitude,
Exuberant J. Bodhisattva.
p.s. Oysters are high in zinc and raw oysters can promote the spread of Hepatitis B. Some people stop breathing when they eat oysters.
p.p.s. Sometimes I misquote the Boatman, but only in negligible matters and only for narrative effect.
p.p.p.s. I am still on Twitter @mypelvicfloor. And My Ecstatic Facebook Page is Waiting for your Happy Thumb!
The End.



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