Flame Extinguisher

As he pulled the oxygen pipe out of her nostrils and watched her gasp one last time for sustenance - He released her. She died then. The nurse came to make it official. The angels came to make it religious. And the family came to make it sacrificial.

Special she was indeed... Not like others but still fallible and human... Yet different... A little bit more caring, a little bit more loving, a little bit more understanding... A light for many... A worthy nemesis... Her complexity so easily betrayed by her simplicity... Her suffering so easily betrayed by her smiling eyes and her courageous words...

I cry for her... I love her, My Aunt, My Mother, My Friend, My Sister....Peace

Homlessness Manual

Its not that the houseless should carve out a space for themselves but there are a few things that would be nice to have.

1. Public Access Restrooms.
2. Public Access Showers.
3. Public Access Wool Socks

Now, being houseless by chance or choice does not change the fact that is the state you are in. Maybe you would change that if you could or maybe if you learned the technique it would become easier and even desirable.

Rule 1.

1. You must trip alone - People always wreck your trip. And you gt more out of it this way.
2. Be conscientious - Meaning take care of your self and your surroundings.
3. Assume innocence of others, and maybe they will do the same of you.

Then there was the case for experience... of personal development. There is a lot to be learned from this state.. All the fear and paraoia and the socializations of a uncultured culture come to the fore - Don't give in - Don't fight - Just sway and play with all.

But keep in mind..

1. Most of it is not real and will pass
2. Its about life and living
3, Not all can see things the way you do.

LOVE

Matters of the spirit

I live in a car.. A mini-van - It is big and comfy and the shocks for spongy..
I live in a under ground parking lot. It is warm and dark and sometimes stuffy.
I live unattached but sometimes I crave a her and a it and even them.
I love and love and love....YES

Nani

My Nani is my Grandmother. She is 80 something and has macular degeneration in both eyes. Once she was young and pretty, then rich and proud, then generous and caring, then jealous and pitiful...... Now she is just my Nani.

I go to her once in a while - We laugh, we cry, we eat, we hold hands... She tells stories - I listen, She complains - I chastise - We all die

Jung and the addict - a synchrony in 4 by 2 pieces

There was a time when I was someone else and there were revelations galore. I saw through the eyes of Carl Gustav things that made me wise. Thought I would share

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Terminate fate

I promised her not to tell you but it happened to me too.

We met on the fair streets of an enchanted island. We fast-tracked the foreplay and fucked till Sunday. And in all the fun, what we gone done was hit the home run. Three weeks late and we knew we were testing fate. And then when we were sure we fucked some more.

I told her about my weak eyes and my heart murmur, my impending diabetes and my darwinian demolition. I told her about us being on the dole and about unemployment in a city whose language we didn't speak. I told her about the perils of being a single mother, about my yearning for the monk life. How much I felt used cuz she did and I didn't.