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Practice Writings of Monkey and Piggy
ANJANA SUTA ACADEMY

Whacky Whacky Ding Ding.  Who will read our Sing Sing?  When time is gone and we are dead will our ducky words fill your head?
Do they go about in the sloshing brain as you make your way to the railway train (to post Mr. Mortimer’s bank stuff in London)?
Gopal is an anonymous child in Vraja woods, which sloshes about us like these quacked werds should.
~One can of nails from the Prince of Wales.
~One tub of Bard from the fuller’s yard.
~Ample sunshine filtered through the trees,
Who are critics choosing the ABCs.
Sinful as we are we hope to stay,
In the smallest capacity and learn to play.
GOPAL, GOPAL’S VRAJA’S ALWAYS NEW.
(Knew that didn’t ewe?!)

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wackwords

Hello, my name is Jack and I like to quack.
          We dance the Bourbons plain.
We’re mendicants,
No castles lance,
N’er ere we hope to reign.

We’re destined, ‘proved,
Aaartikles,
Poems inscribe,
And then we will be gone.

Now, this is Buck White, Librarian to the Anjana Suta Academy. The previous words were produced by one Tom Brown, also known as Monkey, and honestly speaking we are also known as Piggy.
It is a simple fact that we have been approved to write articles and poetry for Krsna, so I guess we should get about the business. This is our first article and it really seems that we should start with as article about articles. This is as much, if now much more, for our benefit than yours. If we are going to write articles we need the proper perspective, Buddhi.
Then even more perverse is to write an article about articles about articles. Of course, this could result in an infinite regression but there are very specific reasons why it will stop with this regress of Article-cubed, An Article About Articles and Articles.
Of course, it’s harder to find anyplace to start anything better than the Britannica and of course, the two most prominent authors that come to mind are Zane Grey and Agatha Christie.
Drat… We’ve reading the Britannica, which only has an absurdly short article on Zane Grey, then we went to Google searches, but could not find the citation we were looking for. Basically it was two things. Zane Grey published more books than any other author in the history of the world and that he would devour manuals of style. This is the one we were looking for and hope we find it. We’ve seen the same news about other writers, they love to read articles about how to write.
So there you have it, this is an article about articles about articles. If you have any good articles about how to write articles tell us. We figure that we have been instructed to do this because we are notorious as Wandering Miscreants. Our Sannyasa, or Wandering Monk, Dharma is so strong that it has been noted by excellent Vrajavasi palmists et al.
So, we need to write articles, things that can basically be done at one sitting and then get them off to our Publisher as soon as possible. Then we can keep a few things in our pocket as we travel, but travel means to pack light and live off the land.
We pack the Upadesamrta, Nectar of Instruction, of our divine Acharya, Srila A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami, Srila Prabhupada, around our neck and then we are praying for a format for Afterwords to the Nectar Instruction that we can also carry with us.
That’s enough, no? Always take the Holy Names, get good intuition, read the NOI, and then write articles for our publisher, also based upon our developing NOI Afterwords.
O.K. (Om Kesavaya-namah), we guess that that’s enough. The articles can be edited into a book and we just need to keep a rough outline to give them useful cohesion.
Our mission is to help Lord Caitanya in His mission of giving the science of Krsna to the fallen and highly elevated souls of this world.
Teachings of the Tillerman

CHAPTER ONE
Be Here Now is the Only Truth.

Teachings of the Tillerman.
Who holds our journey in his hand. Captures past and future plan. In the skating of his fan.

He says:
All the books you've ever written. All the dramas yet to play. Are right now here in what I say.
Memory and hope. What's gone, what's yet to come. (You make us chuckle).
Here. A proved, and blatant poem. Once begun. All the hot-dogs, again n'er run.

He says:
We serve but Him Whom all else serves. Of all the beings caught and boated.
    Their source and substance clean or coated.
 (Even Carbon comes from Him)

Ever growing in His own foresight.
Eternally a youth in His finest delight.

(Swack)!    And He has a girlfriend!

Girl friend? ?

Yes, who loves Him without any compare. Who embodies the perfection of all innocence and helpless despair.
We dance and sing round them, some play on their drum. Some quite small, as theyfly aannnddddd hum m  m    m.

CHICKEN LITTLE WAS RIGHT. The Sky is Falling.
And you are under it : Without a hat.




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Back to Bed. Nap. Your head. A lot of sailing up ahead, but now your fears are all dead!


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