Life

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creativesoul
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Post by creativesoul » November 2nd, 2015, 3:11 am

She had made some poor choices- now she was bound- like a fly in a spider web _ the sticky threads seemed suffocating- the desire to love had left her- she was tired of her friends and rock bands that sang " pretend we're dead " and all girl rock band with videos of chicks with got used And sunglasses - props- she looked at these things waiting for the spider to munch her-fuck Halloween - dressing up like a slut with wrinkles in dire need of a dentist and a plastic surgeon - her computer kept freezing up- she couldn't write the paper on Celtic women and watched episodes of law and order constantly/ or a movie that was about kicking Ass-
Being inside the web was safe- no critics- no advice from practicing addicts that talk about managing pain medication-
Fuck - they don't get it
After awhile- you have to surrender/ belief that whatever is left of ☀️God- dream time- creator - after all- even a crumb- a sign that there is something beautiful and loving beyond the physical- seeps in - a taste of the divine - like a raindrop landing exactly on the top of the skull - like angel tears - she knew-
But anger took her hostage- she stopped driving- took the bus every day- trolley- max- she lived above a gym- goes walking around with her dog-the people in the neighborhood - were wealthy- she was not- she thought living here would be an oppurtunity to sell her art work- instead she was enrolled in the university - for a masters degree - she lay awake thinking about how she was going to do this/ she was twilight sleeping and was somehow in the center of a beehive- she could feel the bees- they had touched her all over- and did not sting her-- she woke up and could smell the honey- confusion -
The next evening she had a pounding toothache- her dog healing as he was was quite worried- her moaning and farting from
Pumpkin pie- were horrible- but the dog lay near her in protection and love-She could not fucking sleep- she went to the emergency dentist who did nothing but explain why she had to go- to an endontics dude to have the nerve rerouted-
She was crying at the trolley stop- as
She asked that God WHY The raw emotion was beautiful- yet the two men at the trolley stop seemed alarmed by Raw emotion --hiding behind the glass and avoiding any eye contact- - she thought that was an example of headphones and iPhone life- no organic communication- a vision of match. Com- on line dating- she staying in the web- the spider took his time- she wondered if he was beautiful- handsome - if he ate her- what and how would he begin? Would it be delightful to lay in his arms... She did not understand this world - various drugs were advertised - car insurance- cars- and in the middle of the night airbrushing your make up- a mask- they all look alike- a mono chromatic f
Tribe of people that rarely touched i
Or spoke to each other- orbiting from the job- to home and then back again- thief idenity was wrapped up in the job- and they had a certain set of skills-- but. .. She did. Not like them with the false smiles and high heels- she. .. Had a father and mother that were actors and actresses - so was the grandfather -- she thought they were not trustworthy- these hi hope are you? Seemed convoluted - her sister- was lecturing her about taking gabapentin and vicdan - she was going to sleep this evening- after days of active dream time- she put the buffalo in the closet as no wonder she could not sleep.⚡️
An altar next to her head- she told Ben the buffalo- really- you need a rest -
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---

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Re: Life

Post by saw » December 4th, 2015, 11:13 am

really love this J...the raw truth cannot be challenged...only a survivor could write this....it's honesty is both confessional and stimulating...like a raw fucking nerve....like the one in your mouth....an autobiographical collision of past and present like two freight trains running in opposite directions on the same track....locomotive in depth....let it spill, let it flow....may you find some peace, love
If you do not change your direction
you may end up where you are heading

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