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
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