Admist this, myst, this dark room, inside my skull, I sit and it reminds me of this that runs freely through me even whilst all else is present, joy like a blood runs through our bodies, often bogged down by the little man with a hammer beating on my head(dead milkmen).  A joyfull presence is resistance to the everyday norm. BE joyfull. Be dark, Be exsploding.........

Thats my first short dharma blog.