John Saward – November 30, 2016 at 01:38PM

The thin girls are working out diligently,
on the treadmills in the trendy gym.

The nicely rounded girls meanwhile,
are at home in bed,
Making love with their man.

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John Saward – November 30, 2016 at 01:07PM

In my first book, delivered here in real time into Facebook, over a couple of years, ending perhaps a year or so ago, amongst other things I deconstructed the archaic notion of book, but I think only about 5 of my readers got that bit. Another couple of dozen readers got some other bits. All in all I earned $50 for that first dynamic edition. Thank you to that eminent patron. I might some day back-collate it into a more traditional static format like Kindle or something but I’d need to see the prospect of $20k to $100k more or less to enter into that process. Meanwhile my second book is forming and will be delivered over the next few years. This time only bits and pieces will pop up on my wall, the main structure is beginning to take shape elsewhere. Foward thinking patrons might jump on board. My PayPal accepts one time or periodic patron donations.

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John Saward – November 30, 2016 at 11:26AM

My funeral playlist for the record:

1. Leonard Cohen – Hallelujah
(If anyone dares to replace it with a cover version I’ll reach out of the casket and drag you in)

2. Canned Heat – On The Road Again
(Serve Glenfiddich 21 Year Old)

3. Morning Of The Earth, Alby Falzon
(Serve Drambuie)

4. The Doors – Riders On The Storm
(Serve it from a bong)

5. Leslie Gore – It’s My Party
(Serve best french champagne)

6. Snatam Kaur ~ Mul Mantra
(Hugs and appreciations all round)

(Serve Benedictine, then more of each, and pizza, for those guests who don’t need to hurry off to prior appointments)

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John Saward – November 30, 2016 at 10:38AM

‘They can go back to where they came from. Wherever that is. The databases just have no record of GroompalatoZoc! Galaxy. Perhaps their identity signals are deceiving us. We suspect they may be renegade Twentieth Century Baby Boomers, perhaps some remnant of that lot who were sent out into the far reaches of space by the Millennial Council to test the ability of humans to survive in emptiness. They were true pioneers those Boomers. Sacrificing themselves for the good of the GrandCoMindCollective.

Well, some had to be electro-prodded into the space-craft, but we are sure they recognised their mission was for the good of all, by the time they left Sol.’

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John Saward – November 30, 2016 at 10:35AM

When my third eye opened spontaneously in the foothills of the himalayas, at that funny little Chai stall in the back lane behind the hotel that looks like a pyramid, where the one-eyed man with no legs smiles all day, at 3.39pm on the 23rd of April 1991, I finally got it that there can be no method.

Send $39.99 for my free eBook on how to be in the right place at the right time for the spontaneous opening.

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