Trashy Motherfucker Sutra

[DrMummy]

The sacred slut, she who lies in wait. The Big Bad Wolf mistakes her for yet, another tasty Little Red Riding Hood. Like the bright light of the angler fish, the would be predator is lured into the gaping maw into an unthinkable labyrinth, which he may never escape.

The devourer is consumed.

The musician and the stripper. Only the strong, the stupid, and the psychotic survive among these people. They are warriors, who search unendingly for a worthy opponent to end their struggle. They will not go quietly. No ordinary mortal can match their lust for money or glory, respectively. True love is a stalemate. Both will either lie or die by other.

The Grand Illuminated Fraternity of Mankind is united, not in friendship, but in our mutual participation in the War of Ideas. The undoing of the fabric of consensual reality is triggered by letting abstract principle remain abstract. In our daily lives, we win our battles by not explaining ourselves into a closed system. The world around us is amenable to change, so long as the world within us is amenable to change as well.

So accursed then, are the placid waters of the Buddha-mind. The actions of those who are unmoved by their desires are ineffectual. The mind that allows an unseen storm rage within itself knows the true definition of peace. The actions of such a mind are as equally unseen as the placid Buddha-mind, but unravels all obstacles before it.

Save your evocations, your invocations, your summonings, your banishings, your bindings for secret moments when you are alone! While you act, let the unseen remain unseen! Then, you will be as two minds working independently interdependent!

Argue not with yourself for long! Because, whatever happens, you will lose!