Aces, flowers, hearts, & spades.
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Now let’s get on with thee show/tale! Feel free to grab a drink, a snack, or two.
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Jessica looked around the room. The waiter still had not come to take their orders. She rapidly blinked her eyes, the moment she realized who she had spotted across from her table. Rising from her seat, she stormed over to the other side.
‘What in the Milky Way galaxy do you think you’re doing here?’
Jessica frowned. She thought she had covered her tracks quite well. Well, she’d better figure out a way to find a ship that had a better cloaking system, & could cancel out anyone’s machinations of trying to find out where she was headed to next.
Archy raised his eyebrow, and changed his facial expression to one that seemed clueless. Jessica flicked the feather in his hat. He knew she didn’t like seeing animals, or parts of them being used as a form of fashion. Every animal species across the galaxy needed to be protected from his kind.
Her train of thought was interrupted by a whistle. Jessica turned around, and there was a random stranger grinning at her. He gave her a wink. Archy rolled his eyes.
He approached her, and pulled her hand to his forehead.
‘Would it be alright if I asked you to dance before we sit down to dine?’
Archy placed his hand on his stomach. Then proceeded to cough in a way that irked Jessica. But she did her best not to pay attention to his shenanigans.
She walked away by her suitor’s side. As soon as they were on the dance floor, he placed one hand around Jessica’s waist— pulled her close to his body- & twirled her around.
Jessica felt her head spinning, but it was a good feeling. His eyes started to shimmer as the lights were dimmed. Her heart skipped a beat. She hoped she was not caught under his spell with those dazzling eyes.
Someone bumped into them, and her dance partner almost stumbled to the dance floor. Jessica turned to face the person who had interrupted their dance, the only thing she spotted beside her was a feather. ‘Archy!’ She yelled at the back of her mind.
She could still sense his presence in the vicinity.
Her dancing partner rushed back closer to her side, and whispered in be ear. ‘Come~ let me show you something.’
He took her hand. As he guided her away from the crowded dance floor, Jessica scanned the room to see if Archy was still keeping track of her new movements.
Her guide turned back to face her. He told her not to worry about Archy.
Jessica smiled, and felt a sudden burst of glee. She was brought to a different level of the renovexis. This section of the mega leveled building had a garden.
She felt a wave of energy coursing through her body. Her dance partner smiled. He placed one hand across Jessica’s cheek, & gently brushed her lips.
At first she didn’t move. It was like the universe had stopped at that moment. Time was at a standstill.
She heard his voice reach out to her like he was not standing right in front of her. Jessica was still processing how his lips had felt familiar.
He reached to grab her hand, getting ready for more. She whispered, ‘Wait.’
Jessica bent down, and started loosening his belt with her dominant hand. He panicked and slapped it. ‘Ouchie, that hurt!’ She exclaimed.
‘I…uhh..we don’t have to rush, my dear.’
Jessica chuckled. ‘There’s no need to pretend..Arch.oh…’
He snapped his fingers and laughed. ‘Dang. I thought I had you fooled. When did you realize it was me, and not the other guy?’
Jessica shook her head. ‘You’re the only guy I know who always goes full on to am extreme with a kiss. You also ended up biting me, but this time it was like a tiny pinch.’
Archy smiled. ‘Well, I guess I’ll try and find the other guy. Hope he’s not mad that I kept him away from you.’
Jessica chortled, and wiped the tears from her eyes. ‘Oh, Archy. Where did you place this body this time?’
Archy winked. ‘It’s in the trunk. Where else would I hide the body?’
Jessica’s eyes widened in fright. ‘What!?’
‘Take a deep break. I’m kidding.’
‘You better be. I just cleaned that entire part of my ride. If I get pulled to the side by the traffic bots for carrying a shimmer, I’ll tell them you’re the one responsible for his untimely demise!’
‘My dear- they wouldn’t be able to catch me, not even at their top warp speed in an electric space cruiser.’
Jessica watched him take a bow. Archy rose and winked at her. ‘Let’s go try some of the food that was ordered~ by- me— eh, the other guy. He’s not so bad after all.’
Jessica smiled. ‘I hope you’re taking notes. If you’re not careful he’s going to be the one to get the girl.’
Archy hit his chest. ‘He’s going to have to beat me in a wrestling match first. Then we can find out more about what kind of talents he has.’
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#Aces #flowers #hearts #spades (c)
5th Sept.ember, 2022
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=ZXtmbZlwkDs
superpowers...emm..
i check around, and many have some sort of skill that they have which sets them apart. one guy can do math, another one knows how to spell.
those are super powers.
i am very good, at telling if food that is being warmed up in the microwave is ready. i need no annoying ping to tell me. its uncanny. imagine the highmark of microwave usage- popcorn. even that i can do. it doesnt mean that i can get all the kernels to pop, or prevent the pizza to be soggy. i am not a wizard. but i can make sure it nice and hot, and not burned, or overdone.
as for powers that i wish to have:
mind control- the ability to get people, including myself to change their minds in a way that agrees with me. its hard to imagine such a skill. i sure could use it with my cannibals.
healing and regenration - being sick and having sick people around is just ubearable. mental health also included.
enterprize- the power to actually be successful.. oh that would be a change..
Crazy Poet Gypsy Soul
I was young, taking notes
Picking up tips, checking out pros
Playing guitar tracking down hearts
To love and break out on the road
Staying stoned and outta money but
always full of a steady buzz of
Drugs, sex, and rock and roll
Now I'm old still the same
Most folks I use to know
have grown up moved on
But I was made for
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
When I show, you know I'm
always perfect and loving, you get
the best parts of this broken
beating carved up meat on a hook
This bloody affair isn't fair
But there's always a way to
rearrange broken things till they
resemble some semblance
of youths reckless rage, turn the page
time machine back to days
When I was made for
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
Wouldn't trade my fender
for all the gold or sell my soul
Still go on benders, a sinner
I repent, rinse repeat baptize me
in that whiskey southern muddy river
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
Drugs, Sex, and Rock n Roll
I'm a crazy Poet, Gypsy, Soul
Drugs, Sex, Rock n Roll
Crazy, Poet, Gypsy Soul
Depression
I am living my life in between shots
Of black and white, but it has been
A while since I've seen the light.
I am losing my mind, peeling at
The skin on my nails and lips,
Shattering my own heart and
Losing sleep to the voices in
My head. I grab the blade as my
Body shakes violently, my soul
Trying to run away as the voices
In my head fight over control of
A body that no longer feels like mine
"Do it" screams a part of my mind
"You hate yourself anyway"
"Don't" pleas the other part of my mind.
In this moment I wish to die,
To disappear and wish the voices never
Spoke, but I, a mere girl, cannot
Control the voices in my head.
The blade cuts and all the emotions
Inside my body are released like toxins
Into the room of darkness.
My depression won again.
One of these days there won't even
Be a body to fight over...
Part One: The Question of God
I see Life as one universal question mark, with each of us huddled together rotating similar doubts upon the planetary dot that dangles as if detached below. Wonder is to me among the most fantastic gifts on Earth. Particularly beautiful are those inquiries that have no definitive responses. These ever-present thoughts don’t leave us for as long as we choose to turn to them, evolving like friendship if we take the time to invest ourselves, and avoid growing discouraged. They hang with us.
With so many vital issues present in the air, though, we tend to feel so small, burdened, bullied…!
….is there a God/ Supreme Being of unfathomable power? we ask feeling very much alone, while another hesitation nags at our back: “Does it matter?” Would exist or not exist change our ideal of human behavior? My response is No, it should not. Then, it matters very little, if at all. I’m no atheist. In my mind the word presses it self into existence as real idea. Intangible as a Pegasus, but there it is, undeniably already articulated, even if unimagined: “God.”
…if He/She exists can we mere humans see Him/Her? To me God is beyond image, being Imagination Itself. My personal conviction is that God is all that is—there hiding in plain sight!! Whether we open our eyes or close them, there is God: within, without; as the whole of the world, which we will never decipher. God is, period. We find throughout various esteemed philosophical texts that God is described as “I am:” a phrase we use ourselves, as demi-gods. Often in the most trivial verbiage… failing to acknowledge that we are mouthpieces of God. I am tired… I am mad… I am unable… I am weak… I am stupid… I am bad… Much blasphemy that goes unrecognized.
…why do people suffer?! is a question of fundamental misconception, trailing from the preceding lack of recognition—in my assessment. If God is all that there is, then let's see this issue without the falsely envisioned trenches. When we separate ourselves from God we misconstrue that it is a pitiful “me” or "you" who is on the firing line, while the Almighty God stands by and does nothing. The inseparable togetherness that I perceive does not permit this division. It is God who suffers, and God who rejoices. We lend voice to this temporal response of the Infinite, but it is not really the individual “me” or "you" that bleeds, or bruises, or falls apart. Likewise, the credit is not “mine” or "your's" when anyone of us declares success. That does not mean that we are not to act with compassion towards one another and our very own selves, striving to lessen hardship. I see each one of us as a vessel, perhaps a vape would be an apt metaphor? The body filled with Holy Spirit, temporarily carried like breath. It passes through me in exhalation, inhaled by someone else. If not withheld, this is a force that resuscitates and uplifts. It’s an intensely intimate exchange disguised very much like an ordinary conversation.
We speak to the Universe, and it answers. It always does. It speaks with many tongues, in languages we do not always identify—beyond words, signs, sounds or touch—in an endless array of propositions. Showing off a complete immersion in invention; one that we directly partake in. I see it as a constant back and forth, a give and take feed. Despite our own frequent declarations that we just don't comprehend why this or that exists, we find it hard to refrain from judging! Mostly we don’t grasp with much depth, and on reflection regret this fact... but sometimes we have the wondrous sensation that we “understand.”
(Take this binary dialogue that you and I are having right now… it’s like making contact with an extraterrestrial, is it not? A miracle that we articulate in a common decoding, each of us out there, somewhere, no where really… perhaps already gone. By the time you read this so much has already changed for the author. These initial thoughts are herein encoded… ended! But the Thinking goes on… transferred now to weigh upon your mind, even if mine has passed on. An omniverse of consciousness; Is that not the transcendentalism of God?)
…has He/She given us free will?! The Infinite is forever proposing. The beauty of it is that we seem to be able to make counter propositions. I see the Creator as always extending a dynamic “invisible hand,” and we can choose to grasp it—with abandonment to absolute faith. Or, retract our arms behind our backs and sit out the dance with self-doubt. Worse yet, we can possibly decide to hiss in animosity at the sincerity of the invitation. What we embrace, grows; what we reject festers—since a proposition once postulated never goes away!
As I see it, our human distinction is the capacity to stand in Opposition… God offers; we need not accept. No choice is without consequence hence we have tremendous power to Redirect, even though as part-and-parcel we never Direct… this is, for the moment, my understanding of our relationship with God and of the nature of Free Will.