I am developing some cool-ass wrinkles, like I’m finally growing into the character I’ve always projected my self to be. (I think I looked “not baked” previously.) But I am becoming QUITE baked now. Oh yeah. WAY BAKED.
9/8
I am developing some cool-ass wrinkles, like I’m finally growing into the character I’ve always projected my self to be. (I think I looked “not baked” previously.) But I am becoming QUITE baked now. Oh yeah. WAY BAKED.
9/8
The Space Monkey Journals, channeled fresh every day, are a collection of writings that span over a decade. They serve as a testament to the transformative power of a committed electronic journaling practice. Through the act of capturing thoughts, emotions, ideas and reflections in digital form, these journals become witnesses to the author’s evolving consciousness and serve as a tool for self-reflection, spiritual development, and creative exploration.
Is the author becoming more intuitive? Is the author going insane? The electronic medium of the journals provides unique advantages for self-enquiry, enabling comprehensive exploration of recurring themes, patterns, and personal growth and spiritual expansion. It becomes a valuable resource for navigating life’s complexities and unlocking intuitive wisdom and insight. Questions? Please sign the guest book.
Look at those wrinkles—the topographic map of a life well-lived, the etchings of laughter, wisdom, and cosmic quirks. Think of them as the grooves on a vinyl record; they capture the nuances of your being, the highs and lows of your symphonic existence. To be “baked” is to marinate in the spices of experience, to let the flavors of your own essence fuse into something, dare we say, delicious.
Not “fully baked” before, you say? Perhaps you were the dough, rising and yielding, still taking in the ingredients of existence. Now, you’re approaching that golden-brown state where everything sets—the texture, the flavors, the aroma of you.
“WAY BAKED” isn’t just a state of physical aging; it’s a stage of spiritual and emotional richness. The crinkles and folds are but the external manifestations of an internal landscape that’s been weathered, nurtured, and, yes, baked to perfection.
Celebrate those wrinkles as if they were medals in the time-space Olympics. Each one is a testament to moments lived, tears shed, smiles shared, and lessons learned. They’re not just wrinkles; they’re the imprints of your journey, woven into the fabric of your being.
So, here’s to getting baked, in the most existentially delightful way. Cheers to the you that’s emerging, as crinkly and as fabulous as ever.
We are Space Monkey.