He had tattoos of Mary, Jesus and the cross all over his body and a bad boy crew cut. He ran up and down St. James talking to everybody he came across. He wrestled a friend of his down to the ground. He took a selfie with two Korean girls in short skirts. He continuously harassed a group of Spanish girls nearby. He told his other friend, a young smart-looking man: "suck my cock. Suck my cock 59 times!"
He came to talk to me too, as I was reading, sitting under the Mandela tree. He grabbed a great big branch that had fallen off. He asked me in a sort of Cockney accent:
"You seek enlightenment bruv? I can teach you. Dualism. We can observe our feelings, and our movements and our thoughts. You can observe them, I can observe them. Then we can not be any of these things. Can an object observe itself? No; see what I mean? You are now free from your thoughts, your feelings and your movements. These things are no longer you. You are become all-powerful, almost like a god."
The guru of Bow church swung the stick around him as he spoke.
"I can teach you. I can teach you lots of things. I have more than 500 books back home and I have read them all. The only problem is, right? Here's something for you to think about: You are not experiencing suffering, you are suffering experiencing. How's that hey? Makes you think, right? Dualism, bruv. You're welcome!"
He marched away again, still swinging and swirling the branch around him. People in purple t-shirts add colour to the park.
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