You want me to write right now, right?: I ask.
Yes: he says.
Well, I want you to stay hard; and I want to talk to Maplethorpe. So…you win because I am tip tapping. Here’s my hangup. These housemates of mine are always here. In the living room. I am trying to read/-a-just to being around people. Where can /I/ make My noises? Where do /i/ do my movements? Their energy is perceived by me as invasive. Encroachment on my energy. They feel like hungry animals. I let it oppress me because all my energy is focused on not regressing. I think I have achieved this ability, to not let myself regress. I now move to the next challenge of not having my energy allowed to be oppressed. Because this feeling is what leads me to want a beer. Taking drugs is taking sacrament to me. Purposed and not medicine. I am now able to recognize when I drink to sedate and when I drink to take sacrament. This is step one. I move to the two step now. Giggle [cuz giggle is the way I get by, {h/owl} ].
I gave everything to my metaphysical considerations because why the h/owl else do we keep on keeping on? I found treasure so I try to be patient with myself as i face the consequences. Even if I had found nothing, I would be patient with myself. But, reliance on the others in my life seems more for their peace of mind. But, such a statement is on me. I wilt figure out how to make manifest the opportunities available to me.
And, you need to buy shoelaces, so you can walk more: he kindly whispers.
Thank you. The difference between a chastisement and a kindly reminder.: I say: I must like you.: I say in honest exhalation.
Have you eaten?: he asks.
Kind. No. Only beer. I am not hungry; but I want to eat. What do you make of that?: I ask.
Oh, just like the good old days. I know what you mean.: he says but guesses.
Thank you for telling me what you think about that which you do not know: I groan, wet now: ewe make me smile. I wilt reward you for this, in my way.
(My eyebrow arches; because I like it when you say:
She cums.)
What if this is all one, big lucid dreaming experiment?: I conjecture, in fantasy.
What does that mean?: he quietly, quite justly asks.
Good question. Ask me again in a day and I can say it better. Rumination.: I say.
You said you could tell me about one of your three triple embodiment experiences.: he reminded.
I can do that. Be patient. I have been virgin, mother, and crone in body and mind between the last five years. Virgin to the sulky, sociopath, mother to the recovering addict, (I re enlivened him thru his will), then I became single and rekindled by the other one. I gained 60 lbs as mother, but have not ever become pregnant. I lost 60 becumming virgin, Artemis, despite having slept with men. I am the she Archer and some hunters chose to fall with me.
I thought you were Parçigal: he says.
I am many things and my head hurts: I say.
You drank two pints: he replies.
Uh hum, huh. Water. Hummus. A ham sandwich with mayonnaise, lettuce, and tomatoes.
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