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Valentine’s BRC burner’s babe salve

Meant for dry playa hands.

Melt in a glass quart jar in a 3 qt sauce pan of water:
13 oz of Bees’ wax
8 oz Almond oil
4 oz Avocado oil

When melted and mixed lower heat to low and add:
1/2 oz (1 Tbsp) Vitamin E oil
1/2 oz (1 Tbsp) Liquid Lecithin
36 drops (~3/4 Tbsp) Lavender Essential Oil
24 drops (~2 tsp) Grapefruit Seed Extract
12 drops (~1 tsp) Tea Tree Oil

Put mixture into air-tight containers and cover once cool and solid.

Hawaiian Birdsong Movie 1
Hawaiian Birdsong Movie 2
Hawaiian Birdsong Movie 3

No matter the travails of daily life,
Life seems defined by the simplest act:
Breathing—from first breath to last.
The beating of your heart.

The moments when you are caught breathless
at the sight of beauty.
The soft sighs as you snuggle your lover.

The shock of your heart skipping a beat,
the pain in your chest when your love is harmed.
The tingle of electric shocks through the nervous system—
A transitory sensoria; vibrating in waves of energy

All is naught but waves of energy—
buzzing little particles, bouncing off each other.

as time passes
and days come and go
reasons for survival lose their importance
and I really don’t see
why in the cosmos
would I bother to work
or use money
and then I think why
do I live such a complicated life?
why not give up the comforts of living
and end my suffering.
I really don’t know,
am I too lazy,
or not lazy enough?

We spent the night,
talking about thinking about thinking;
about how humans think.
Because we were waiting for the action to come.
The world of ideas—
The world we live in.
We try to see where they coincide.
Because we are the introspective animals—
The waveforms that compress other waveforms into patterns.
Because we are the thinking animals,
Because we are chattering monkeys.

Two Angel Terns
spin and wheel, looping spirals—
two kites with invisible strings,
connected.

Their light and delicate flight—
white slash through blue radiance, the sky
is overpowered by monumental and diffused;
directionless? or too reflected to locate thunder of
Military jet planes’ afterburners’ billow of combustion.

Only a fool tells everything, for: An honest man knows no peace.

I have a blue china lion
a random tchotchke
as a memory in a knickknack
of a long lost uncle passed away
whom i did not know,
or could i possibly remember.

It sits on a glass shelf suspended
with a commanding view of the apartment
surrounded by Homies
and photographs—
glass vases and toys,
as a remake of whiter shade of pale moans and whispers on.