Taxes and shit....

Holey (*pun intended) Fuck (Buck-et)

I just filed my taxes....
i didn't do it their way.
I did it my way and I made more money doing it that way.
Technically I did my taxes twice.... I tried their way....
and they are fucking stupid.

Besides the god awful self-employment tax, I faired well...
It would have been nicer if I actually made more money though,
I would have gotten more...go figure. At least up to a point.
Love me some children, if you know what I mean tax speak.

Anyfuckingwho...
Life is great.
Love you.

Truely holy, holey, wholely...whathaveyou

*sigh.
Not a sigh of relief. Or of frustration. Just of letting go.

We all sometimes feel like a bucket. A bucket, like a metal pail.
And we have these holes in us. Holes that let water leak out unsurrendering.
The bucket is us. The water is ...energy. Be it time, money, focus, whathaveyou.
And we continually try and try to fight against our buckets being leaked dry by our holey selves.
The holes are our attempts. Bills, deadlines, worries...whathaveyou.

But then...
yeah... He comes along and laughs.... but I don't think this struggle is very funny.
He takes our bucket selves and tosses us into the sea, lake, river, whathaveyou.
We become instantly full....constantly full. Nothing leaks out.
Swallowed up by abundance. Drowned in energy...Inner G.

But what good is a bucket sitting at the bottom of a pond....
(It's an analogy you nut head!) my very good friend jests.

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My shoulder hurts. Violin does that.
I'm tired. Getting up at 7am does that.
But I'm swimming in abundance....best friends do that.

Consult the Cats is up and running.
 http://consultthecats.weebly.com/

I find it rather unfair I couldn't post a paypal link to the website without being forced to pay for it. It's 2016
and they still need to make a buck out of everyone, even if you are just having some fun, trying out random ideas. Sure...go ahead and punish us for doing things ourselves. Fuck you internet.