19.7.19


(2133hrs  Monday  15  7.19)

he sent her a pic in a text of a fire in their freestanding backyard firepit and wrote
 
:  :  Seems I build good fires; probably something I’ve done over lifetimes – though not in future lives.


:  :  A very happy period.

Thank you for helping me enjoy it.  (2138)


to himself he then texted  (2200)

:  :  When you watch a campfire, how can you not want to be cremated out of doors, atop heaped dry tinder and lengths of split wood?
 
Fuck crematoriums.


to her he continued  (2210)

:  :  Ends here: I think who I am, and have been, ends with this life . . . this happy life.
 
she texted him  (2207)
 
:  :  love what do you mean ends here?
 
:  :  Lives culminate. John Coltrane’s religion believed 7 good lives culminated in a perfected 7th life: Coltrane’s life (how else can someone play 64th notes?) . . I don’t think this long soul I have inhabited needs add’l instruction. Rather, I am beyond instruction and mired in discovery.  (2215)

:  :  Howbout you, baby? . . Where do you think your progression, your learning is at?  (2218)
   
she replied

:  :  i don’t like that line of talk or thought though you’re not going anywhere for a long time.  (2218)

:  :  No. I know I am not going anywhere for a long time.

And where I want to go is, and will always be, in your company, your love, your affection.  (2220) 
 

he sent her a pic of the fire exhausted white ash against red glow

:  :  Subject:  Our firepit has eaten well.  (2222)

:  :  my learning  and progression is current. trying to learn who i am how i am how strong i am.  (2221)

:  :  That’s my grrl, my warrior woman, and why I’m so very happy in your light, your aura, your presence. (2224)

:  :  Appears to be a full moon tonight – hur – I wish I was in the presence of your full moon . . . for obvious reasons. (2228)


:  :  bottom-line, babe: I’m committed thoroughly, without doubt, to you.

Wordy for: I love and adore you.  (2236)




to himself he texted  (0033)

:  :  He knew 2 things: he was either @ the end of a string of lives or he was inhabiting a singular life.
 
2133,  Monday,  15  7. 18
1326,  Twosday,  16  7. 19
Kendrick Lamar  Mortal Man  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axwpgn3GRMs





Rorschachs bothered himbothered himhe couldnt make heads or tails out of them

some of the explanations he heard fascinated him 
                                                     Where were they looking

ten inkblots five black and white five with colour introduced
                                                                 Why were the colours selected

Nope

Not heads or tails



actually thats not true he saw pelvises

Und dieser hier?

Herr Doktor  thats a pelvis a narrow pelvis but a pelvis nevertheless


guess he could elaborate and say  Bone






it was hot arid

weather got stood on its head it went from remarkably chilled for summer to suddenly hot not triple digits but the swing of twentyfivethirty degree was demonstrably HOT everyones bodies were acclimated to the chill

and when it got hot dry breezes lifted up pollen and ash and dust his nose ran  that since a doctor illegitimately corrected his deviated septum
his left nostril wept 

he went nowhere without handkerchiefsbrightly coloured bandannas

if he was wearing jeans he carried a bandanna in either back pocket which confused and thrilled gay men apparently he was seen as a walking talking smorgasbord

he wasnt

his nose ran



he had walked into town for groceries late afternoon the heat at its top and arriving home a laden cloth sack over his shoulder the mail truck passed him

it passed him coming off the graveled shoulder a dust demon and a happy breeze seeing him at a disadvantage took advantage of him kindalike a pinch of snuff and it smiled and swept all sorts of shit into the air
                                                                                                      both nostrils wept

he carried a length-folded bandanna in the elastic waistband of his gymshorts

he quickly freed it from his shorts opened it sufficiently and blew his nose

it always amazed him how juicy his nose could suddenly become

after blowing his nosebefore folding his bandanna shut

he took a gander

Rorschach

Und dieser hier?

A pelvis

Nein, ein schmetterling?

Schmetterling A butterfly  shaking his head No

he loved it when one of his others inside his head played German with a bad accent


1450,  Twosday,  16  7. 19
1118,  Thursday,  18  7. 19


Jinsil  I Am Not  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ga-TtOtMaU8