¿What Does It Mean?

Oh the one from this morning, I can’t tell you the whole thing, just that…there was a wet suit.

What about the one from yesterday?

Oh yeah, that one was at the coffee shop only it was at a different coffee shop. All the people from ours but we were at that other one downtown… in the building.

And?

…We were at [a coffee shop] sitting at a table, the two of us…

And?

He said “Who’s that guy at the register? Is that that Scorpio guy?” There was a guy looking at us from the far end by the register. So, I said “yeah, I’d rather talk to a Scorpio guy.” Got up and left. I made a half oval shaped turn around the room going about as fast as I like to ride when we go to the Mounts pass, you know the soft decline right in the middle and how it picks up but not too much?

Get on with it?

I’m at the register and he says “Who’s that?” pointing at Magic Man.

No!

Yes, it’s one of those back and forth pattern plays. He says “Is he a dot dot dot you know what – guy?”

Then what?

I said “Yeah, I’d rather be with a you know blank” and zoomed around the other way back to the table. I look him deeply in the eyes, he had a r –

BREAK – One time I wrote a story about sexual desire and a man tried to use it as -evidence that I had done the same as he slash to justify his own behaviors – Fuckwad – Can’t a girl just write a story, fuck – You’d left me little choice – ENDBREAK

-it turned black. A boy approached, he had a red shirt, his name was?

Yes, Him, he was in my dream too.

He sat down and so did Zeeeee…

Don’t tell me Zeeroys back.

Na, it was that other girl, the one that hangs out there.

Ja, I know her.

¿Soooo Doktor – dotdotdot?

*Would You Read That?

I mean like pick it up and see that its a story about the devil BOOM! enters a classroom and says “who wants to throw down? C’mon, c’mon c’mon.” Everyone is scarred. “Here, I’ll tell you what, you can choose the challenge.” A girl in the back pipes up “I will do it.” The crowd parts, shes standing there with her Go board.

The novel is the tedious exposition of their legendary game.

*Would you?

How Do you Remove the Violence?

I made him some kitchari and a carrot salat… and then I worried about it all night. Not really. Most of the day. By night time I remembered that thing about the fruit of my labors and that I could breath and well, I just let it go unresolved like a balloon with an unbalanced equation printed crooked across it’s belly flying over a bridge to who cares where. Wave bye bye.

He said people who bend backwards get stuck in the past, people who bend too much forward are diving into the future. People who twist get hung up on some other stuff, blah blah all the way up to people who achieve samadhi and how even if you achieve it you can stagnate there and/or fall.

My legs fell asleep.

They were complaining at lunch about how Manos told a lady to take her bra off. They thought it was inappropriate. Why do they hate masculine energy? Is this why Kaphi gives me the evil eye? Oh, these feudal lord relations are killing me! Why can’t we just spar in the field to see who pays the bill. Ahimsa, huh? RAWR!

How do you get the violence out? Is violence towards violence still violence? How do you remove the himsa at the cellular level without producing more, where do you put it, how do you get rid of it without expressing it.

“Kill the violence!” crows the conqueror.

er, quarantine and dissolve the violence? [while adjusting your white coat and glasses]

“I think that might be violence from the violence’s perspective?” says the ultimate empath.

“Are you questioning the possibility of a material plane manifestation of violence rather than the ghost movement pattern ‘Violence” as a vritti?”

“Sure yeah, Is violence the particles or the waves, man?”

No particles, the waves keep getting smaller. You know like on the equinox when you hold up a mirror to the other mirror and look down the tunnel.

“So the violence won’t get hurt if I turn it on itself?”

“No, the violence can’t get hurt. It’s only a shape. But you will. ”

“Ugh, I might be too violent for this crowd… and that makes me angry…kuh-kaw! ”

Scorpio 2 finally made prefect sense. The bottle is broken, the experience is over. The scent remains and fills the present with the essence of the past.

When’s the Last Time You Were in Love?

She want’s me to ask.

19 Lin – L’approche

“around 19, about to be.”

 I mean, she always carried a gun. A little ladies pistol, right there tossed on top of all the shit in her giant purse. “

“With who?”

“With You?”

16 Yu ~

“I can’t do this. I can’t do this. I didn’t come here to do this for you. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“Yu, can you repeat that once more? This time with more ~ Enthousiasme.

“Um, Sir, yes. Where would you like me to take it from?”

“The 1st line. Now go! Like you are possesssssed!”

 

Jupiter Air Anarectic*

All these doors are open in this space. They’re doors I’ve never noticed before. Its not just like a dream, it is a nodal setting. It clicks the net around a space that I have seen in dream after dream and my perception runs after that lady up those winding gray stairs above this old renovated church building and the space expands around me in my seat. How will this affect my play today? Will this show up on the board? maybe/not. My legs feel alive.

*A big breeze before the dive lets you know the moment.