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Rated: 18+ · Short Story · Fantasy · #1470270
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      I see Ann. I look down on her from my gararge roof. Gray pebbles and
      tar on a flat roof. She's sun bathing in a pokadot bakini. I flick a pebble
      on her belly. She jumps and gives me a toothy smile.

      I'm on an opperating table. A nurse injects an I.V. and asks me to
      count backwards. I get to two. I remember Emilie's black dress. She
      crying for her grandmother. I kiss her. Her lips are sweet. She grabs
      my arm.

      I see my neighbors bright yellow blouse. Her breast a very round.
      I call to her. She smiles and walks away with a small dog on a leash.

      My mother is sketching me. She tells me to keep my head up.
      "Look up."

      I am Coyote. I run into the woods. There is a radiant lady.
      She stands in my way. I run to her. She raises her right hand.
      I stop and sit at her feet.


      I'm in a snow tunnle with Marcella. She removes her clothes. I do to.
      We couple in the little snow cave. I eat some snow.


      I'm at children's hospiltal for chest surgery. Karen is my chess playing buddy.
      She has a brain tumor. One boy has some skin connected to his eye and
      arm. Karen and I get married. She wants to marry before she dies.
      She survived the surgery.

      I always wake with a shudder. I wonder why witches have brooms.
      Is it because they were midwives?

      I can see the @Dennies icecream pouring into a cone. It reminds me
      of Allana. She was very milky wet when she straddled me. ..

      This is a waking dream. I feel the bed under me, but I can't move.
      There is a sensation of moving backwards as if the bed is sliding.
      I can hear the radio alarm clock. Is this a dream?

      What girl goes walking along the lane
      And does not know a man's eye
      Is quicker than his brain.

      Women in nylon jumpsuits are carrying me by my arms and legs.
      They take me to a nurse, who paints me with runic symbols.
      I walk down a corridor with the nurse. There is a room with a
      pie fight. All the women are covered in pie; everyone is naked.
      The nurse asks me, "Do I feel safe?" I look at one the hands of the
      women covered in pie. She offers me some blue berry pie. I eat it
      from her hand and suck her thumb. I say, "I feel safe in her hands.'
      (Waking dream in @LazyBoy chair.)


      "The flesh lusteth against the spirit and the spirit against the flesh."
      (Gal:5-17)

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