Feeling damn snarky and imagine it may be a hitchhiking entity from the motorhead. Something strange in me and its looking for trouble. What to call that phantom? A leering old man, scrawny and hungry for something, an ungodly thing that I quickly look away from. He showed up this morning, mischievous and malevolent and most unwelcome.
Jun 9, 2023·edited Jun 10, 2023Liked by Jess Silva
Well, just thought I'd mention that the newest news on the 'block' (as in head or motor) is, more charges have come forward and that both perpetrator and accomplice are back in court June 21st.
Thank you for not mentioning any names. I imagine we passed each other in the halls, me coming, you mercifully leaving. What turned you from his mighty gaze?
Hello Jess! Been thinking about this topic a little since reading your question but don't have the time or energy to answer it properly or in detail right now except to say that I was pretty disillusioned already soon after moving to Edmonton and discovering that the so-called humble, apparently simple, ripped jeans wearing, 'hippie-ish', sitting atop a home-made virtual milk crate podium, husband and father of three wasn't true. In reality, he was busy building his 'guru persona', his following and his immanent wealth while already secretly getting his rocks off all over the place. Well, that was more than I intended to write! Maybe more to come later 'cause, it is quite cathartic lol!
Great reference, thank you. Reflecting on what I wrote, more purged than written, it may be The Tongue made a come back direct from my subconscious to manifest as the Lascivious Old Man. So much was pushed down and denied. Yes, we saw illusions in all the gazing and perhaps in those strange faces we also saw what we were otherwise refusing to see, told not to see, or trained to see as projections. They would never be considered a reflection of him unless they were pure, perfect and positive.
Well, just thought I'd mention that the newest news on the 'block' (as in head or motor) is, more charges have come forward and that both perpetrator and accomplice are back in court June 21st.
Thank you for not mentioning any names. I imagine we passed each other in the halls, me coming, you mercifully leaving. What turned you from his mighty gaze?
Hello Jess! Been thinking about this topic a little since reading your question but don't have the time or energy to answer it properly or in detail right now except to say that I was pretty disillusioned already soon after moving to Edmonton and discovering that the so-called humble, apparently simple, ripped jeans wearing, 'hippie-ish', sitting atop a home-made virtual milk crate podium, husband and father of three wasn't true. In reality, he was busy building his 'guru persona', his following and his immanent wealth while already secretly getting his rocks off all over the place. Well, that was more than I intended to write! Maybe more to come later 'cause, it is quite cathartic lol!
Great reference, thank you. Reflecting on what I wrote, more purged than written, it may be The Tongue made a come back direct from my subconscious to manifest as the Lascivious Old Man. So much was pushed down and denied. Yes, we saw illusions in all the gazing and perhaps in those strange faces we also saw what we were otherwise refusing to see, told not to see, or trained to see as projections. They would never be considered a reflection of him unless they were pure, perfect and positive.