"You are great."
“I’m looking for Dennis,” I mutter, and continue walking back towards Dennis’s room. She follows me into Dennis’s room and I see him in the bathroom franticly shaking his hands. He runs up to me.
“Get it, get it, oh, kill it,” he squeals.
“What?” I ask.
“The spider, get it its on the counter, oh, it’s so gross.”
I don’t want to kill the spider. I walk over to the counter and see the tall, long legged creature walking up the rim of the sink, its delicate legs picking its way along the water droplets in unison. I take a glass jar from the counter and place it over the spider. It seems not to notice and it starts to walk along the wall of the jar. I scoop it up and place my hand underneath it and walk to the window. I open the window and the rain come in more gentle than I had thought it would be and a warm, heavy breeze blows in
with thick fresh drops pressing on my face. I set the jar on its side on the ledge and close the window.
“That was disgusting Seraph,” Nicole said looking at my with hot eyes. Dennis walks out of the room and she follows him. Moments later I can hear the door. I am still standing in the bathroom, alone now. I can hear the rain. It has been raining for days, I wonder if it will rain all year? I walk into Dennis’s room and lay down on his bed; I crawl under the cool sheets and dark pillows. I take a pad out of the side table and write Dennis a letter, apologizing for fighting, saying that I don’t understand.
Dennis walks into the room, and turns on the light. He has a box and he puts it on the bed. I sit up, and smile at him. He comes over to the bed and kisses my cheek, “I’m sorry we fought earlier, I’m a bastard. Look what they gave me at work, they’re adorable.”
I crawl up to the box and pull back the top. There are puppies in the box, lots of puppies and they pour out of the box after the top was removed. I laugh as they jump all over me and lick my face. Dennis sits down next to me and we play with them for hours. I like the one with the black ears, his big and gentle paws on my chest as he lies on top of me. There are puppies everywhere, and it is all fur and frolic. I realize sharply, that I am asleep and this is just a dream. I can feel my body lying in bed, face covered with a pillow, even though I am sitting up with this sweet black eared pup nuzzled in my arms.
I am sad and look down at the puppy and it licks my face. “I wish I could stay here with you,” I whisper and know that my thoughts are breaking part the dream and the walls start to fade out and I know that I am waking up. The puppy, I try to hold onto the puppy.
I open my eyes in bed and a great pain blossoms in my chest. I can feel jagged and rough tears flow into my eyes and overflow onto my cheeks. It is still raining; I can hear it outside, hanging like a curtain. Nicole walks into the room.
“I’m awake,” I say to her. She turns to me from the dresser, “It’s about time.” I get out a pad from the side table and write.
What is this world?
Of higher consciousness with the blood of so many on our hands.
An awareness of what can be so terrible, in light of what can be so good.
The aspect of brutality, without the feeling of brutality.
So many have gone mad. This world makes them go mad.
Madness is this world’s leprosy. What are our bodies telling us?
This language is adapting to the future.
I will not be assimilated.
I am what I am. The idea of god is the idea of the perfect man.
The perfect man that is speaking to us.
You should move to a warmer climate when you want to have babies.
Love others, love them powerfully.
“Get it, get it, oh, kill it,” he squeals.
“What?” I ask.
“The spider, get it its on the counter, oh, it’s so gross.”
I don’t want to kill the spider. I walk over to the counter and see the tall, long legged creature walking up the rim of the sink, its delicate legs picking its way along the water droplets in unison. I take a glass jar from the counter and place it over the spider. It seems not to notice and it starts to walk along the wall of the jar. I scoop it up and place my hand underneath it and walk to the window. I open the window and the rain come in more gentle than I had thought it would be and a warm, heavy breeze blows in
with thick fresh drops pressing on my face. I set the jar on its side on the ledge and close the window.
“That was disgusting Seraph,” Nicole said looking at my with hot eyes. Dennis walks out of the room and she follows him. Moments later I can hear the door. I am still standing in the bathroom, alone now. I can hear the rain. It has been raining for days, I wonder if it will rain all year? I walk into Dennis’s room and lay down on his bed; I crawl under the cool sheets and dark pillows. I take a pad out of the side table and write Dennis a letter, apologizing for fighting, saying that I don’t understand.
Dennis walks into the room, and turns on the light. He has a box and he puts it on the bed. I sit up, and smile at him. He comes over to the bed and kisses my cheek, “I’m sorry we fought earlier, I’m a bastard. Look what they gave me at work, they’re adorable.”
I crawl up to the box and pull back the top. There are puppies in the box, lots of puppies and they pour out of the box after the top was removed. I laugh as they jump all over me and lick my face. Dennis sits down next to me and we play with them for hours. I like the one with the black ears, his big and gentle paws on my chest as he lies on top of me. There are puppies everywhere, and it is all fur and frolic. I realize sharply, that I am asleep and this is just a dream. I can feel my body lying in bed, face covered with a pillow, even though I am sitting up with this sweet black eared pup nuzzled in my arms.
I am sad and look down at the puppy and it licks my face. “I wish I could stay here with you,” I whisper and know that my thoughts are breaking part the dream and the walls start to fade out and I know that I am waking up. The puppy, I try to hold onto the puppy.
I open my eyes in bed and a great pain blossoms in my chest. I can feel jagged and rough tears flow into my eyes and overflow onto my cheeks. It is still raining; I can hear it outside, hanging like a curtain. Nicole walks into the room.
“I’m awake,” I say to her. She turns to me from the dresser, “It’s about time.” I get out a pad from the side table and write.
What is this world?
Of higher consciousness with the blood of so many on our hands.
An awareness of what can be so terrible, in light of what can be so good.
The aspect of brutality, without the feeling of brutality.
So many have gone mad. This world makes them go mad.
Madness is this world’s leprosy. What are our bodies telling us?
This language is adapting to the future.
I will not be assimilated.
I am what I am. The idea of god is the idea of the perfect man.
The perfect man that is speaking to us.
You should move to a warmer climate when you want to have babies.
Love others, love them powerfully.