Look at this shit!

Shit...

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Close As Parallel Can Get - CHAPTER 1: ISM (PART IV)

"but don’t you have somewhere to be? Are you staying with anyone around here?"

"No, I’m here on my own." She says.

"Oh, where are you staying?"

"Umm - I guess I don’t know yet."

They look away from one another, then he turns to her while she is looking away and begins to speak, but is cut off by her voice -

"Are you really glad I found you?"

"Yes."

"Well then why don’t I stay here?"

He smiles.

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/Chapter end/

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Close As Parallel Can Get - CHAPTER 1: ISM (PART III)

"So you’re an explorer?" He asks

"More like a conquistador." She jests

"Well then, I suppose it would be wisest to kill you now before you destroy me?"

She laughs “Please don’t.”
She pulls herself against him and plants a kiss on his chest.
They sleep.

- he awakes to her reading a book.
“Where did you get that?”

"I found your house."

He sits up -
“How did you know it was my house? It could’ve been my neighbour’s house you were breaking into.”

"Neighbour’s?" She looks around,
and then with a smile and her eyes on the pages of the book she replies “I saw the hatchet in the post - I figured you for the wage war against the world type.”

He laughs
“Hmm, not quite. Don’t think you’ve got me figured out just yet.”

"Yeah? Well you know what they say about idle hands. Put me to work!"

He laughs again “I’m glad you found me Cortez,”

She smiles -

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Close As Parallel Can Get - CHAPTER 1: ISM (PART II)

"Who’s there?" he calls out,
but returns to washing and smiles.

A young girl rises up from the grass.
“I am.” She says.

"And what are you doing here?" He asks her,

"Exploring." She laughs.

"Well I’m sorry, but I’ve already claimed the fountain of youth."

"I can see that." She teases

he smiles.

- the scene cuts to night, and they are fucking by the fire.
As they finish, they begin to laugh and fall away from each other.

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Close As Parallel Can Get - CHAPTER 1: ISM (PART I)

There is a difference between an idea and thought. Thought is continuous but not constant, it has always been and always will be - but an idea has an origin and whether the idea is abandoned or maintained it will always exist as it had in its origin.

*He stands in a field, showering with a hose attached to a pole.
He looks around as he washes and notices a rustling in the tall grass.
He stops. Staring in the direction of the noise, laughter is heard.

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Close As Parallel Can Get - PROLOGUE II

I encounter myself every day, over and over again - and still, I evolve. There was a time when I was fooled by what I saw. I believed I was a single entity, limited to my body and separate from the rest of the world. I have since come to understand that this is just a convenient way to understand how I am central to my world of outlying thoughts and lessons.

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Close As Parallel Can Get - PROLOGUE I

I think - that every word I have ever read is my own, everything I have ever enjoyed was made for me to enjoy - and I made it so. I do not know if there is anyone else like me, but I doubt it. If so, I don’t think our worlds have overlapped - all these people are just fractions of my mind, created to influence and be influenced by the collective. That is how I see the world - just a series of complex gears fitting together as needed and after all, the world as I see it - is mine.

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Fish Can’t Say the Wrong Things

She was cute
so people said
she was simple.

She shaved off
half of her hair, dyed
her eyebrows
blue,
and wore a tutu
- so people said
she was ugly

She said she was going
to be
a mermaid
so people said
she was crazy.

She bought a rope
and she found
a cinder block
which she called the end
of herself

She tied the rope
to each end
of herself
and she jumped
into the lake.
So people said
she was sad.

But no one ever said
she was complex.
No one ever saw,
and now she’s a mermaid.

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I Love Him

I love him.
When I look at him,
I see the man
who dips his finger into the head of his beer
and when he tastes it
he tells me
how it tickles his tongue.

I see the man
who looks with anticipation
at the closed book on his lap
even though he is halfway done reading it.

I see the man
who stares at the sky with longing
after he’s seen lightning flash.

I see this man and I see his faults.
I love him.

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Just Say Goodnight

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Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love, that scare you.

There’s a man at home for you, you know,
But the one on the bus is pretty and new.

So lay waste to history
Tired of misery - who said you had to stop loving mystery?

Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love that scare you.

The man back home left all alone
he bids the world a final adieu.

No one would listen to his story
Tired of misery - now you know, what could have been has become the greatest mystery.

Lullabies that make you cry
The things of love that scare you.

So love me right and say goodnight
I wouldn’t want to scare you.

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