for those who understand my
politickles . . obstruction of
justice
awDrumpf what the fuck were you thinking? cunt
1345 days remaining
or less
1148, Twosday,
16 5. 17
16.5.17
Im confused
He did saywrite three timesa third time in white light
Didnt he
Yes Im a careful a tedious reader He wrote the third time Three times
He only mentioned the last
Yes In the white sunlight Likely
the distant hawk distracted him
It did didnt it
hawks always distracted him
it was his second totem animal the buffalo his first
he revered endurance to flight
but enduring at times reduces one
to flight even if that flight is manifested only in their head psychic untethered flight astral
projection
escape
his first white light was out from everywhere as if bathed in water
it cast no shadows
there was nowhere for a shadow to
be
there was no nook or crannyno leeway
to provide solace
shadows have to wait their
turn
they begrudge waiting
otherwise would be unnatural
he woke in unnatural light
the sound of a door
opening
the
metallic slip of a latchbolt against its strikeplate
there were only two doors to the
room
neither were open
it was night
he saw it through the window
then suddenly he was immersed in a brilliant
white unnatural light
sitting up he held his arms out
first his left
then his right
neither threw a shadow on the thin
blue cotton blanket
then as sudden as he was surrounded
it snapped off
he was blind
he sat and listened
s l o wly
nights light returned to his eyes
returning
him to exactly where he knew he was in
the bed he slept
he was puzzled
but he was more tired than
puzzled he laid back down
he took the light into his sleep
to examine it
it was bright in his eyes
and while he meditated on its
being it slipped with him into dreaming becoming a flickering yellow torch he
held to see his way through a familiar labyrinth
he often dreamed of labyrinth and
minotaurs and Ariadnes string
her string was a bind
he had little use of it since he
haunted dreamed labyrinths since he was a teenager
labyrinths consoled him
waking life wasnt much different if one was patience they could seerealise the various
ways before them to go
he kept away from boxed canyons
and precipices away from fake ways
there were always the other sides
of coins other facets of cut stones
he wasnt always patience
he learned it as he learned everything he knew
and learned he was aware of their existence and the other ways to see thingswear
others shoes the Or and or and other ors
things became less problematic
often there was only to accept
if he refused to accept
he deluded himself
he was first an idealist
an idealisthowever who accepted reality
he wasnt averse to reality if it
was the only way
then he went ahead of that reality
like a sail powering a vessel to harbor
then jumped ship
1303, Monday,
15 5. 17
1007, Twosday,
16 5. 17
1345
remaining days or fewer Russian buhbye
Hidden Orchestra Tired and Awake https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=chmcsMW8q5M
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