Over me, I can, I will, almost know heaven.
You belly dance and surf,
Whose saucy women will phone?
Think through dreams,
Some know,
a more aggressive cuddle.
Babe, he talks behind dim harmony,
Gives dates, a fit Husband
plays rank.
Glorious spotted slug! Hypocrite lust party!
Your body blossoms through ruin.
Understand. No grander diagnoses are upon her,
You are dazzled by a silent crowd.
January 7, 2008, with Tiana Hunter, 3, 4, 4-2, 5
[She comments that my neural model for psychic intelligence is far too mechanical to 'know heaven'. (can you find where she says this?) . . . She adds this as an aside at the beginning of the cardboard, dismissing in one line, much of the work I've done this year.
[Then she turns to shapely Tia . . and mocks . . "you who belly dance and surf!" . . . imagining that Tia does these things. . . then she asks "whose saucy woman will phone" . . . which girlfriend will call later . . . ? . . . possibly commenting, Tia this guy's busy! . . stay away! . . and further dismisses my speech as "talk behind dim harmony". "Give a date fit husband". . . what sort of date? . . the date she is talking about is something else . .. a date by which I must ?. . . haven't figured this out . . . .
[She calls me a 'glorious spotted slug', that I'm holding a hypocritics "lust party"! . . . Yes in some ways . . . and then to Tia who had expressed concern about her 'body wearing out'. . . "Body blossoms through ruin", Ah, here she has all of us, mocking all mortal life . . for whatever blossoms is soon not to be in flower, whether beauty, drive, lust, creativity. 'Pick ye flowers (Gather ye rosebuds . . . ) while ye may.' 1.]
1. Robert Herrick, "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time", stanza 1
"Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
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