16 February, 2010

I have heat bumps all down my thighs and up my neck, but I am not going to post a picture of this. I keep thinking about Ras Rody and the mountain. The other night I was face down on the bed looking at the images super imposed on my eyes, images of ras Seppte's  moon children, cats with spleefs, hearts with eyes and I's. Gaza protest buttons, family, loves, kissing, lions, flags, circles,crosses. I sleep and dream Sepptes images like archtypical, universal forms, asking for some sort of S.O.S. from the mountain. If I stayed here, I would go quietly insane.

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