Proof-Print in Tha House!

I am like an animal.
I just do, walk, clean, fall asleep, blog, eat.
Not thinking, shall I do this, shall I do that.
When I fall asleep, I really fall asleep. I hope then that there is a bed beneath me.
When I feel hungry, I must eat.
Now, I must eat, but I also must blog.
So while I blog, the hunger builds up.
Cook, Godaya, Cook! You must eat!

Is this the hormones, or the directness of God?
The direct knowing?
Thou shall do, thou shall walk, thou shall clean, thou shall sleep, thou shall blog and thou shall eat?
Wouldn't that be easy?

The Proof-Print is in Tha House!

I re-read, and I mostly stop thinking, weather it is 'me' who is getting nuts.
Or, whether it 'is' me, who is getting nuts.
Or, whether it is me, who is getting 'nuts'.

Nuts, nuts, nuts? my stomach is yelling for anything eatable.
I just remember, before sleeping eating a whole scale of Thai Food.
I came home from cleaning, which by the way went so fast like a whirl-wind,
'direct cleaning', that there was nothing to clean, running for 'Thai Thai'.
What is is wrong with me?

I probably have to 'go'.
'go insane'.

'Listen to my kitchen sink....' Bottle ting-ting.
'This is where I start to think....' Bottle ting-ting.
'When I am getting on the blink.....' Bottle ting-ting.
Of madness....'

This was the phrase of the Song of the Goddess (=movie-musical).

Yo, what's app? The Proof-Print is in Tha House!
To be continued.
When I don't eat, when I am hungry,
this is what you God.
I mean this is what you Get.

Divine Mystic, by Godaya.