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And when one comes out of the woods, the entire world seems full of madness. 

There is no middle ground, no mutual territory in which these two can sit & share a beer because they are a different species all together.

To grab him for longer than a few good conversations was to catch lightening in a bottle. To get him to open up was like trying to pry open ancient crocodiles mouth with hands of baby strength. A locked vault underneath but on the surface this zapping…

Think of something absurd you wish to accomplish. I mean so far outside the realm of Reality that just by thinking of it you can almost begin questioning your sanity. Build it further. Imagine the details. Feel and see the specifics. Is it crystal clear?

He is to be ridiculed and laughed at.

Fingers pointed in the cranial playground until it cries it’s song of restrictions. We must bully him out of our minds and once he’s been made enemy, once he’s been taken care of;

he may be a mall cop but still, take him serious, deep exhale and be cool there’s not an illegal gun or a body in the trunk or a hit list of local pedophiles in the visor.

A trip to the 50’s involving pop the yankees a mental breakdown and a memory of deep truth.

Dust kicks up to the moonlight and the world is almost quiet enough to hear it fall back to the ground.

I’m at a crossroads in the middle of nowhere.

It’s a dead place despite the thousand acres of a live crops stretching the whole of the compass.

I frown. I’m getting into ‘character’

I frown harder & spit a little so it’s running towards my chin.

I change the music from ‘Hottest Elevator Music of 1999’ to something more rock n roll. More in ‘character’

The dead man is the one with an inch sized heart and a basketball sized brain. I don’t envy him. But. The god of today is Logic. Science. Fact and Truth. He’s being worshiped to make up for Faith. The wild hearted are being genocided.

It’s only three years difference but looking at her reminds me of when I was that age. So young and confident that everything I’d ever need to know was already known.

I’ve always wanted to protect these people.

The wilder things gets the more important it is to find people that act as a match to your fuel. Vice versa.

You need to be bouncing ideas. Acting fast. Living through momentum. Exploring the edges of your own beliefs. Letting the Spirit of Instinct guide you.

How thin is the line between reality & what happens in your head? I believe I can bite through said line with my teeth and turn it to something more wild, more alive, more uh….

A quick touch to my back pocket confirms what I suspected; no money. But it is the 21st century! It is the day of women's equality! It is Juliet’s turn to pay! And while thinking of this great justice! Thinking of this great act of improving gender relations I’m interrupted by a small “hey ____!” squeak from behind me.

Creativity and jumping in the open ocean. Kanye to Nijinsky and the essence of your own craft.

Maybe your goal here, as well as mine, should be to see if we can will that idea in our Heads into the real world, into the physical where it can be experienced to the fullest.

He did that thing that humans do at their best. Drop a thought, or an idea, that plants itself in your mind like a seed, festers there with time until sprouts.

Happy Halloween!

We are The Ghosts of Dating past. Holding on to values of old while spreading terror for the modern practitioners. (Setting up dates on Tinder and never showing up. Doing this daily.)

And we can’t forget -

You can’t lie to the spirit. It howls & moans from inside when it notices you aren’t Acting how you imagine yourself to Be.

JUMP IN THE WATER!

and this is all but Faith, maybe one day the eyes open and are met with a bright sunshine, the kind that leave you blinking from blindness,