Intermission
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Thank you all for your friendship and support.
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There is nothing to protect, and nothing to be protected from.
Namaste.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 6:36 PM
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I'll be at the bar. When the lights dim, I'll know it's time to find my seat again.
Huh?
Wait!
Why?
Jesus, man, that picture has a million faces in it. I could go on and on about it, but I won't because I'm sensing you don't want that.
Seriously, why are you rolling up the carpet and why do I feel so bereft?
I hope you're okay.
Love.
What? It's going to be so difficult to wander about here, in the dark, if you're taking the light.
I hope you're all right.
Sending good wishes and hoping everyone gets what they need.
Will check back.
Peace,
pf
worried about you guys. can't help that.
I see dead people.
In the sky above the blurred accordion player.
In the scrub grass that resembles flames upon which the blurred accordion player is standing.
For all I know, the accordion player is dead, too. Thus, the blurring.
The faces I see in that sky and that flaming grass remind me of my nightly childhood terrors.
Nothing was safe. Nothing was as it seemed in the light of day.
Lights out, then the room would come to life. The dolls on the shelf would vibrate with evil intentions. The pile of clothes on the floor would begin to ooze toward me. The bogeyman under the bed wasn't under the bed. He was the bed.
The dead people I see in your piece of art don't scare me though.
Looking down on me, looking up at me, looking through me, those dead people actually calm me.
Thanks, as always, for your words and visions.
Nothing is safe. Nothing is as it seems in the light of day.
Yeah, I was the face waiting for curtain call, clapping atcha and petting your dog.
I think this should be called -When "Blue Sky" is Revealed - starring Tommy Lee, and Jessica Lang
- didn't they have him making wallets or something in that one?
- I believe Laurel K Dodge's known about that one for many years...sitting around just watching it happen...
I'm glad you've left the door open. thank you.\
\ xoxo
Come to Paris, you and Yolie, rent a lttle room in Le Marais and we'll meet up a hundred times for cafe and baguettes and wine. I'm serious.
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