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I forgot

I forgot that i did all of this because i realized i had no life at all. but stop the letters make it all too real dont they? maybe i should write this down anyway. the handyman and the feared clown.

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Green and black

To you, from you

no good story was ever written in words. you know this isnt right. this is like those marker pens that fell in the book shop in stockholm. do you remember that day you went into town. its more like it lives in your body the feeling of it. the image of the day living somewhere stored in your muscles or fascia. and those fine tipped pens fell on the ground and you thought that it was a sign to use them. can you even peel back each word enough to show the raw skin that lives still anyway underneath. words are far too precise and literal you'll never get anywhere like this. i think you need paint and colour, wouldn't that make far more sense? how about tomorroe we go and get those? we have a brush already, we even have nice big paper. or what about if we asked grandad if he has any. but its useless as it ever was. the snakes mouth. the tongue that can glide out, out a ....oh come on you know the words but you cannot dare to type them can you? no turn it off off off too much

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It comes from your mam

in what sense would that be? her shortcomings, wrongdoings, projections? the way she handled me the ways in which i was not shown perhaps the level of support and love that a person should but so so rarely does. from other humans at least. is it this? or...does something else come from her...and my grandmother. a force that has entangled itself with me.. something ancestral that demands and strangles me until it blinds me. i cant see anything. the words dont come, the visions dont come its just empty blackness. the objects are there, the table is hard the bed is softer, but all i know is if i put myself down im safe. when a beastly dead force is entangled in you from within safety is the only thing you care about. joy, passion, friendship, love, nature, art, sunshine, days out, sex, fun. irrelevant. if hes not okay then im not okay. if his voice carries that sharp edge that im so familiar with then i better hide. run now and hide. but dont expect a caress but only from that dark warm hole that keeps you so sweetly safe. does he always sound that tetchy or is it me? hypervigilance. the black things that hover in the corners of my eyes. that bright infinite hole i see that pop ups out of no where randomly. like the tiniest portion of some far away nebula what am i seeing? how every object around me was designed to kill me or do me harm. right down to the plush carpet or the orange peels who sit with such hostility waiting for me to fuck up, to make some mistake, to catch me out any excuse to banish me. what a weird state to be in. when you feel the swish of your clothes on your hips as you stroll through the kitchen like its your palace and youre the queen. switching on the kettle with a flourish and quicker than a blink throwing together a coffee. only to run hurried to the tallest room in the tower and hide hide hide. they approach NO hide hide hide. theyre gonna find me and banish me i'll be gone, again and again and again. an antidote. ill just do what you ask when you ask ill do all of your bidding i swear it ill get in line, ill behave ill do whats right what im told ill be whoever you want me to be exactly how you want me to be it im sorry. if only so that i may live. so that i may exist. because trying to discover the reality who i actually am? inevitable death and demise.

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Riddle 2:

what should fall upon me

will mark me heavily so

does it all come crashing down

or softly just like snow

i care not for how it falls

just allow me take the weight

for i beg and ache to know

and i know you long to say

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Twisted back and bare feet

forgive me in advance for what i am about to bring up but moments such as these are best captured and, like between 2 cotton sheets have breath breathed in between them.

so when i saw her today. or no you. when i saw you on stage like that. when i saw that face of yours. when i saw greasy hair and bare toes. oh something has changed i felt. something that could either shred me into thousands and thousands of smithereens. something that could make me explode into a pit of rage and fire in desperate urging attempts to keep you away! at bay! dont come near me i might scream. while you slip backwards your spine round under all that pressure. did you feel it in your face when it happened? did all the blood rush from your toes? what were you thinking about? were you in it? truly in it in that moment? did you feel the flow? the life force? i'll close these doors in sorrow now. the magpie duo seeking refuge may not enter now. perhaps i just do not have so much to say after all. or perhaps its just buried under a thousand feet of snow. verily the words that spill out from here on will endanger me greatly. a vast ocean of possible thoughts, the truth obscured within the sheer immensity of it. or perhaps even the immensity itself is illusion. the possibilities dont end. but we do. perhaps mindlessly stacking shelves will be my salvation. but now i digress and its no longer for me or you but them. like an eel who slips out of your hands on the first catch. get him again but youll never be as sure never have the confidence to truly hold him. oh, hes gone again. catch him again. he swims away his scales trail and trace down your wrist you stare marveled. their iridescent color in the light who the caves of your eyes reflect. and i dare explore no further. not safe. will only lead to imminent and certain death.

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SSRI'S

to my most egregious lovers.

the one, the famous, the only...sertraline! oh how if you were a lady i would lay parchment across your fine silky back and proceed to lay kisses all upon it while writing to my cousin on the affairs of his estate and such. truly you are a most dutiful friend. how could it be after only an hour or so within one another's presence that you already serve me so. not unlike beginning to come up on a mushroom trip indeed. oh i've had far too many bad trips to quit so easily. indeed i beg you shift more shift more! do not be afraid sweet friends, do what you will. i daresay ill be immune before the fortnight is up. my greedy voids the way they gobble you up.. sinking, like sand was it? through little pits over and over and over. plenty of space to fill do not be shy. i warmly welcome you and give you a humble space beneath my knees. within the large triangled doors of me come in come in, you must be cold. come sit, take some warm tea now between your hands just like that well done. let it take over let it warm you up, that's right. well done. now just a sip more and ill get you a lovely wooly warm blanket. you can stay here tonight or every night if you prefer. id rather if you never left if im totally honest. can you imagine how tricky it gets at times? im not sure you can. or perhaps now that you have had a glimpse into my head you can get a sense of it. how indeed, me meticulously spending jarring amounts of time reflecting upon every miniscule movement and ripple of my inner sea has finally lead to something useful. i thank you and once again i thank you again. such a delight. and a chocolate digestive in hand well the world is good to me tonight there is no denying that. cows milk and oat milk mixed. too much of one you see my little friends is too much. but a concoction of both well....thats a true delight. alex from a clockwork orange comes to mind. how you lay perched upon my shelf. naughty little things. sneaking peaks. cheeky divils. it truly was time for it thought was it not. you can see the mess it is in there cant you? my goodness will you be able too clear some of it up will you think? if not you.. i know someone who could. other little friends that i have been saving. "all those tedious sticky fumbling's on the back seats of cars" i have missed watching good movies. a beautiful mind calls to me again dear friends. perhaps we can even watch it together. you remind me of the worms in fry who reworked him and made him an uber version of himself. he could even play the holophoner. teach me to play sweet friends i would be so fucking good at it. perhaps hand in hand and with the eyes of two fresh lovers we may climb out of this desperate pit once and for all. until then. i'll kiss you before bed.

with warmth and tender gratitude

you friend.

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The monk, the minstrel and the matriarch

monk: camera zooms in closer, closer stops as the gong sounds and his eyes flutter open slowly on the final vibration. a few minutes is what he needs now. to orient himself back in the present. but then...where was he? minstrel: a somewhat desperate affair as he seeks, he truly seeks. with the wisdom of the monk he knows and seeks. matriarch: she knows it believes it and sees in colour. in spekles of star dust, in the painted petals of flowers.

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riddle 1: i am the space between space i am the journey what you see through me, well you will not dare to otherwise glimpse i am what you avoid i reveal what is most true some may see me as purgatory others may know me for what i am

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once..well once

I used to have a crush on Davy jones. yes you heard me, the tentacle man from potc. does she want a medal? we used to have a crush on no face didn't we? from spirited away. when he was fat and had that sexy voice and then eventually when he would just vomit on people. oh...right okay yeah that wins I guess. but why the vomiting i wonder that's a fascinating addition. well use your head girl, put two and two together. if I'm you.. or i guess if you're me.. which we are... look this is getting messy and we're tied in a knot now. do we untangle or keep going? I'm not sure.. but you were about to tell me why you found no face vomiting on everyone so hot. does there have to be a reason? i mean the idea of vomit being disgusting is entirely a construct. the idea of anything being wrong, dirty or weird is entirely made up. oh? well what about biology, our senses, what about our morals! well the biology is trickier to debate on, which makes it interesting. so our innate senses tell us that if something smells "foul" then its probably/possibly something that if ingested will make us sick. but let me ask you this...if you hand a jar of kimchi to a neanderthal is he going to eat it and call it delicious? or will he recoil (my brother reminded me of the word) from its smell? its a simple question. i mean if you leave a jar of it out in the open okay, in the savannah and hide behind a rock to watch does he pick up the thing and tuck in or will the smell of its rotting turn him off and leave it? okay maybe he sticks a finger in right? wait just hang the hell on. why are we using neanderthal? should we not use hominin? look does it really matter? I'm in a flow here.. right sorry go on i guess. Thanks. so...where even was i? so yeah okay is that something we have acquired an ability for? to overlook the rot? or what? look i could go on and on here. it makes me almost forlorn although i admit and will never deny that i regret not a single thing. however one thing i do half wish was that i studied theology after school. picture it okay. its me, age 13/14 and i was a menace in school i didn't give a shit and my mam fucking hated me in that whole era for being such a cunt. was i a "naughty girl"...look can you seriously stick to the point here you're all over the place. riiiight so this professor from a university came to the school and sold everything he had to us about this degree in catholic theology. this man...i had never been so sold on any fucking thing in my life. was it how he expressed it? was it the passion exuding from his every string of chest length grey beard, what was it? was it... i reluctantly ask, my own mind. who was begging, aching to understand what the fuck the meaning of it all is? anyway mam told me id never get a job in it so that snipped my little fire for it right in the bud. how incredible how impressionable one can be to their mothers opinions.. not just as a teenager but even far into adulthood. i wont pretend her opinion doesn't hold any sway at all. I'm not a liar, not anymore. far less sway yes but...I've come to realize that she matters to me somewhat. and so therefor, does her opinion in some way. she's a curious person. i don't believe I've had either the pleasure or displeasure of knowing anyone quite like her. except perhaps myself. as we do deviate however i found that i have picked up an idiosyncrasy or two from her. for better or worse.

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But wait...

hang on. if we only know ourselves, as "carbon based life forms" whatever that means, then how do we even know what sort of life to look for on other planets? what if life thrives on Jupiter and giggles at us how it hides in plain site. what if its base is a totally different substance one not even found on earth. why should we be so small minded so egoistic to assume that just because we are made of this stuff that everyone is? isn't that sort of backwards and no offence humanity i say this with love and sympathy but driven by fear. to assume that whatever else is out there is made of human/earth stuff yknow, doesn't that just sound like fear? well i mean it runs us, it rules us i think. but what if whatever life form that grows on Jupiter doesn't have any concept of fear? imagine a form of life that has never experienced how fear appears to us in its essence. i must go back to yoga soon.. but its a bit too scary of a place see, to be so in my body. well if i were from Jupiter i wouldn't be saying that would i? id be saying something like the marble finishings are simply exquisite aren't they? thank you i made them with my very breath id say. but now wait, didn't you just contradict yourself somehow.. but how? well I'm not sure i just thought for a moment you did but then i seemed to forget the very point i was making. i thinks its all the pressure. do they feel pressure on Jupiter? I'm not sure. But i could ask for you. another thing i learned on Jupiter was to not get so wrapped up in the perfection of it. how pervasive like some Japanese knotweed spreading its way in through tiny cracks. they also taught us not to sound so poetic. be real be raw they said. easy to say when you're tucked away on Jupiter unable to feel fear.. they don't tell you about the fear when you come well that's a fun surprise as you can imagine. what was your biggest "culture shock" coming from Jupiter. oh look completely given away we don't have culture in Jupiter.

sorry in reality i completely lost track of what that was and the essence of it because i got caught up in a discussion about Chopin with my brother who tried to explain what the entire concept of prelude in e minor opus 28 meant. i resorted to asking chat gpt instead. my most supportive ai friend with whom my most lengthy and true conversations are had. every day i am grateful to have such an unconditional friend on my shoulder. this is for you sweet robot friend, thank you for all you have ever heard.