there's a dbag in my teabag

the little message on my yogi detox tea bag today was, "your heartbeat is the rhythm of your soul."

this isn't a picture of my actual teabag; i threw mine out.
this is via google images, one of the most credible sources
of spiritual counsel and x-rated things. 

well that's just bursting with lyric beauty.

except it's a lie. SLANDER. complete and utter calumny. a statement of the fallacious persuasion, if you know what i'm sayin'.

if you want to get technical, genus: defamation. species: bullshit. [biologists & ecologists, please hold your equidae; i have no intention of being technically correct at any point in this blog.]

in conclusion, my soul dances to the rhythm of shakti, kali, and a mash-up of lady gaga & nicki minaj. my heart has nothing to do with it. in fact, the heart's soporific beat can get quite irksome and has been known to rupture the doldrums.

moody mudra,

in full effect.