07 – Seven
I was just reading some thing about Jewish Humor and Wisdom,
“He who has it in him to write a book and does not write it is as one who has lost a child”.
Rabbi Narhman of Bratslaw
….and in the same book… Old Soldiers Never Die… they just write their memoirs.
Well here I am…
<< The Fool >>
I wrote this letter to another Invader in my life – who wanted to insinuate herself into my life and be with me.
I explained patiently, that I had all the witches I needed and that she could never qualify to be a witch.
“I believe in Everything. Nothing is sacred”
“A silly young rapscallion waltzez thru the wilderness, dancing to the muzik in hiz hed.
Obliviyus to the danger a round. His eyes do not sea and what he duz not see he does not Know – or cares not.
Run Run “amor amor we run on the dream alone, Amado meo
In front of his woman slicked cock he holds a white rose. Presenting to society the opposite of the apple. Symbol of purity. Inocennza.
He carries on his shoulder a bag ……
But his head is in the stars and his eyes look up as he stands poised on the brink of the abyss. And steps ever forward in the dance of light, smiling. With a bag of useless trinkets, worth their weight in gold.
To the right buyer…
////////////////the goal of all you primates – it is the same – but not the sane!
Every one is the Fool! Not every one has the guts nor the wisdom to play the Fool and they do not even know what is in the bag they carry – but they will sell it none the less. And the bag holds all they need to get thru this first joke – and they have not even the stomach or the presence of being for that small task.
I can assure you that only the ones of the courage of the Fool will reach their goal.
And So!
And I see these and meet these and such naiveté would be refreshing if it were not so pathetic.
Gurus and philosophers can give up if you watch enough TV all it takes to send a human into ecstatic bliss is a combination of carbonated water, sugar, caramel coloring, phosphoric acid, potassium benzoate, caffeine, citric acid and natural flavoring. And if you want to achieve orgasm – the right brand of car and some accounts on an off-shore investment. Except that in these conditions they get to cum and you get to worry about your off-sure invest mints.
My best one liner: You look like a woman who is into instant gratification – why procrastinate? We can predict!
Imagine that most parties are a combination of a Tupperware party and a gang bang. For every one. And imagine walking in there and skating over all of it. And leaving untouched, having touched every thing, and you will get close to understanding the Stainless Steel Rat.
I touch all and remain untouched.
I promise, with out delivering, except to the ones with Real Rules.
I give, with out loving, to all. And love, with out revealing to the ones who open their gates to me.
And now you come along one fine day and meet this person. Looks like a man in your eyes. Even one that you might subdue and subjugate.
Except that this is no man like a man you know.
I don’t want to fuck you. I did that while I was saying hello and kissing your hand. The smell of your skin told me of your bed and your voice told me of the yearning and desire of your life. I don’t want to keep you. I saw the way you spoke to your friends. And I saw your dream of You and where you wish to live.
I don’t want your money. I have enough money to keep me all the days of my life and be happier than many others who will be paupers with a fortune in the bank. Rich – but morally bankrupt.
Cars. Houses. Cunts. Clothes. Buy and discard. At Yore Lezhure.
But I cannot live in your beautiful dream. I have already populated the world with six of my own witches and even given the Universe a witch a-piece by two of them. I need an adventure now. Memory of them and their affections and seductions brings joy ot my heart. Speaking with each and any of them over the years – has kept us close.
Love deep and ancient, never dies… but lays smouldering and can be easily fanned into a firestorm. If one is not careful. Sometimes if I argue with one of them – the old ire that separated us also appears.
But we are no longer jealous of the loves we have moved onto and affection lingers…
[ I never said this. I should have: Seven is my lucky number and if I make a mistake – I will never find out what could have been. Having experienced all of lifes joy in those seven of you, the next lover in my life will have to be all those disparate parts now combined in one soul. She will be identical to all of you – yet have those traitsn and properties that drew us each and all together. She will be all of you. My sister of my spirit. ]
Sophisticated::
In Greek philosophy – the sophists were a group of intellectuals who devised a system of thought: to reduce the Process to its simplest terms.
That is why your “little black number” and a plain pair of shoes and one ring, no perfume and no hand bag is “sophisticated”…
as opposed to arriving like an armada battle fleet, dressed to kill with an army in waiting and a school full of whores and the Armani Gucci design team does not cut ice, and could not decipher a clitoris if one stood out of a bowl of olives. Which, by the way, is why I like olives: Dona Hispanica has a clitoris the size and shape of a an Israeli Queen Olive, its smooth tight cerise color glistens to match the shoes she wears on special occasions. Perhaps a congenital abnormality, but in the right place at least. Fascinating thing is that I managed to find four of you with the same delightful affliction…and you all had your clothes on at the time. I have tried to discover if there is some relationship between thumb size, finger diameter etc. But to no avail.
I found out about gigantism and “cavernous haremanogioma”. and a vein tumor that draws excessive amounts of blood into the affected extremity. The more nutrient an extremity gets, the larger it grows. So I have a big cock because I used to masturbate a lot when I was young – until I met You and then you did it for me … And so on and so forth…. blah blah fish-paste. So What?
Right up until You in your sixth incarnation…I recall watching you get off the plane, march across the apron, that blonde, wild mane of yours rippling with residual jet-braking, striding into the arrival lounge. We kissed. We hugged. So happy to see each other after days years. So happy, in fact, that we had to run to the ladies toilets for a “hello fuck”, instead of waiting for your luggage to arrive.
And so each of you passed onto the next, your efforts of your labors. I will come to that story – when she dances to my Spanish guitarra.
As far as Victims go – we all vote for Victims:
We all vote for one, especially our selves. And so on and so forth. Amen”
I don’t think she ever made the connection between The Fool and the Tarot.
I can paint. I can play several musical instruments. I can act. At the worst I can join a circus.
I can think. I can Imagine: and I know how to control peoples imaginations. At the least I can work for an advertising agency.
But for the last 15 years the concept of “Job” has been vanishing. There is work – but no jobs. Not in the traditional sense any way. That is why I taught my daughters to be entrepreneurial.
If you have no job… make some work. Everybody, every company – buys work. That is why whores are so successful at what they do.
