do u belive in magic?
what are the central images of your life? how do these define you?
your unique character person being calling identity?
fields rolling by farms cows trees endless green horses
they shoot ’em dont they? turquoise fabric on couch shot thru
with threads of silver dog fur your parent’s bodies your father’s
watch in the dark glowing green your mother’s long hair being
brushed out 100 strokes lashes for marrying for security
what’s love got to do with it?
i didn’t love him until much much later much mother’s dresses
accessories jewellery prosthetic limb dressed to kill suburban
dumbdumbs rounders grifters a swimming pool’s turquoise water
your 1st ocean u still dream of having one all your own
not watching neighbour children swim through barbed-wire fence keep
the riffraff out get off my property a girl named Nelly sneered so you
pushed her into the sandbox where dead frogs squishstank now mother
of 3 richest family in Canada croakcroak
but i also saw magic fer chrissakes! the moon stars ghosts
a mobster with a poodle named Mike midnight snow
a toothless bank robber at breakfast rainbows glittersparkle
transformed ugly sub urban human tract into PurdonOz
maudlin i know how ’bout the entrails of a dead gofer?
all shinyjelly +moist
these images precursors to screaming cancer patients at 17 emaciated bestie
of mother’s in a leopardskin robe deathbed scene stitches catheter bags
okay i’ll stop i likely have your attention
today sparks flew from a construction site 💥 incinerated husband #3 💥 whose
ashes floated West possibly saving him from another brainsaladsurgery
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..life is your project; there is nothing to tell you what it’s all about.. it’s all
up to you, each individual alone..there is neither God nor Godot to wait for..
build the project of your life with your own heroic hands..
(James Hillman The Soul’s Code 1996)
Summer Solstice 2025 ..believe..
songanddancegirl 