sometimes you read something that grabs you by the throatreally shakes you up you have too much in common with the writer

not often

but the few times that presented themselves to himThem Yes all he could think was Get the fuck out of my head

then hed get creeped

hed check to see when the writer died

he crossed his fingers that they and he were alive at the same time a timelineVenn diagram their lives overlapped 

then he couldnt be they

                         he wasnt a fan of reincarnation or reinrose or reinlillyofthevalley he didnt want a scent of possibility

he resisted remarks that his writing reminded someone of anyone else

writers had distinct voices

atleast to discerning readers

still though

            it gave him chills when he read a writer that might have lifted wholesale thoughts he had but hadnt developed yetcommitted to paper

chills at first

then it tickled him

he repeatedly admittedif conversation had gone in that direction that there was nothing as an original thought or concept

thatd be audacious

for as long as man has consciously schlepped the face of the planet  and mused  thoughts are reruns only occasionally did someone care to record them

                                   and thought they oozeddrooled about in Jungs mire of the collective unconsciousness

from there they bubbled up into existence

“I’d never seen anyone else touch her and you can say what you want, but the things you think, and the things you actually see, are altogether different.”

when he read that he felt the wheels coming off his ride

Elliott Chaze didnt die until 1990

they inhabited the planet at the same time

he wished he read Black Wings Has My Angel while Elliott Chaze was alive

he would have written him a letter of thanks 

he also would have asked him to stay the fuck out of his head

1356,  Saturday,  21  9. 19

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