Stream of Consciousness #7
likely she stood out
her silhouette was my shadow
I lied in a company of two instead of five
I lived for one light fine and the voracious beauty which lied in my kin
i liked the manner in which she spoke
she was the woman of the Canadian wilderness
and second only to me,
I was the first in command
I held the rocks which by a sea she drove
and did not care what happened to me
long as I was free and held onto a part of myself that was undoubtedly me
and you kept it
you never let it go
you kept it in the palm of my hand
oh god who helps me
do you see me very foolish to want the same things for you as I do for her?
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likely, she said, it was likely very likely. I will get back to you mister Morison I love you mister Morrison give me that back mister Morrison mister Morrison call me Alexander misses, alright call me Alexander .she says call me Aleka Alexander call me Aleka. I will call you says Alexander, I will call you by that name and that name only.
why does she muse about herself in another person’s shoes? she has nothing else to do, says her friend it makes her cry, undoubtedly, it does. I love you mister Morrison do you want some coffee?
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she listens to four classical stations
and her favorite tune
this one is his theme song
it is derived from the word “Pig” in Latin
and it means the root of all evil lies within the soul of meat.
eat it now
or starve she says
why does his hair be perfectly combed
but he looks away and starts laughing
she pulls the comb she pulls the trigger
she likes life, she likes it.
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