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Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Plastic

"C'est Moi"

24" x 24" Acrylic on canvas with ink

When I was in the 6th grade, I had a friend named Jane. She was from a very wealthy family. Their house was huge! I would spend the night there at times. She had an older brother who had a cowboy/indian set with a fort. We would drag them out and play. Little plastic creatures. Probably, not even knowing it at the time, since I was part Indian, I would always play the part of the Indian. What I remember most, was..."why are we fighting?".

She use to get so mad at me. Never knew why. Jane moved to another state within that first year of our becoming friends. Wonder where she is now?





Armanddus from Lisboa, Portugal sent me this song. Thank you Armanddus!

From: Dan
Date: March 14, 2006

"No, nothing electric vibrates through me via the internet whatsoever. I definitely have my thing with electric energy, for a long time it came in the form of a black jaguar. After years of training it became a black man. When I finally got the hang of it it stopped taking a form and became "pure" ecstacy (whatever THAT means) at first as lightning, at night. If you look at the bottom of Red Rob (he finally appeared in human form) you can see a thing shape wrapped in leather and red beads. That's a sliver from a lightning struck cedar tree. You could find out more about it in a book called "friends of Thunder"....but lets just say that I keep my respectful distance from electric power now.
The mistake that you are making is exactly where your 2nd email places it. I am not looking for anything in particular (there's a term for the state, but I don't have time to go in to it here.) and as I've so often assured you, there's no running or hiding involved from anything you could know about. Let go of your obsession and you'll feel freer. Trust me on that one.
I assure you that I have all the love, and more, that I can deal with at present. Its nothing like what you seem to think it is. My "electric charge" if that's what it is, gathers in the earth. My sensual experience of it is to walk barefoot. And that's all there is to that, and all there will be to it."

http://www.powersource.com/cocinc/articles/tlanuhwa.htm

http://www.archive.org/stream/occoneecheemaido00jarr/occoneecheemaido00jarr_djvu.txt

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