inflamation

[creativesoul]

that heat of procelin china had a way of cracking even the most sullen communicators- those ice blue eyes- and white hair-the ever expanding plan that never ends- lists and continous kindnesses that make nuns look self=indulgent.
whatever was floating inside a locked up secret and her intensity was immediate-like now- because 'later she will not have time'
that urgency- that passion all locked up and hidden away like a treasure-but that was not why these days ahead were so wanton- so introspective- so undoubtedly not what she wanted right this minute- after a day of seeing things maybe she didnt want to see-

that was nothing new- watching generations, hearing that professor in my head over and over-testing groups= prisoners.. college students.... blah blah blah
tired-- leading archeologists gramham hancock in peru with brien forester-yeah sure- trying to manifest $ for the turtlepaw farm- trying to establish an art studio= teaching here--- group art...
dreams-- fields of lavender-children- happiness- sweat lodge- many people- saw them again....never thought i would see them again- that same sadness always grips- mother is sick- father is crazy...
no one gives a fuck see- it is cool by me- baby showers for biker parents that need to do this thing=welcoming life- love love love we try to give
questioning curiously the good things comparing them to something and then, maybe nothing at all-but that intensity spilled over onto the cats frazzled senses= always a rescue cat- with issues= and how far it has come- and it hisses at everyone- and most recently is losing its hair- the veternarian will give expensive exhilors and she will feel she has done something to preserve life on planet earth- perhaps-
and maybe not
postpoing the inevitable- is more the truth. but she will continue- and she will not eat white sugar and she will lose more weight and become more beautiful as she re-claims her bodies from the justice dept-like layers of grunge not artworthy of scavenge