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From the book: The Sick Raccoon Medicine by Lex Hoebel . . . Brandywine Publishing Swansea. Wales, UK THE GRASS STILL BENT WHERE THE BODIES ONCE LIED. CUT DEAD BY TONGUE, DEATH BY THE PARALELL OF A MEASURE WHICH IS,,, MINE. I'M FEARFUL AT DRAWING PARALELLS AND IT IS FEARFUL MORE TO LIE. THOSE FOREST DAYS, PROTECTED DAYS A LIFE DESIRED BY THOSE FACE DOWN IN THE GRASS. THEY WILL NOT HAVE IT. CAN NOT QUELL WHAT WAS ONCE, MINE. IDEAS SPELL THEMSELVES OUT. INNOCENSE (eschelons) THE DENSE FOG SMUDGING IN FROM THE COAST VAGUE RAINBOWS APPEAR GETTING MUDDLED AT MOST AND IT IS THOUGHT "UNWHOLESOME" TO THINK; HOW OUR EARTH REMAINS IN PLACES. BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAIN BEACH LAKE FORESTS STILL EXIST. THEY STILL EXIST AND NOT ONLY IN PICTURES. WE STAY HOME AND THE CHIMENEY CHOKES OUT BLACK SPEW PLUMES NOT UNDERSTOOD AS THEY WAFT LOW ACROSS THE NOSE OF THOSE LAID OUT IN THE GRASS. LIKE A MANNEQUIN YARD OF SALVAGE IT IS MY JUNKYARD !!! OF FETCHING FEFLLOWS AND SELF IMPORTANT WHORE...

I PICKED A HUGE HANDFUL OF DAISIES FROM A SUNNY FIELD THIS MORNING  I BOUND THEM WITH STRING INTO A BOQUET WATCHED THEM DECAY FOR  THREE WEEKS ON MY TABLE.  I'VE MISSED YOU...JJ 9/2020

YOU'LL NEED TO TAP THE PIC TO READ IT. 

 NOTHING TO HOLD ONTO  MY FAITH GIVES SWAY  BELLS RING FAINT IN THE WIND THE SAND SHIFTS. BLOWS AWAY SEABIRDS HAVE NOW GONE SILENT WAVES CRASH,,, THE ONLY SOUND PRAYERS ARE MUMBLED  THE SUN THE SUN THE SUN GOES DOWN.  LH/Righteous Creative 2020.

LIBERTIES I HAVE AFFORDED.  AFFORDED UNTO MYSELF I AM MY OWN PERSONAL BENEFACTOR.  WHO BETTER TO LOOK AFTER MY WEALTH? a fortune of pitiful crumbs AND RICHES ? HOWEVER PETTY OR QUEER,??THESE ARE GRANTED ME SELF ABSORBINGLY  HELD IN SHAME HELD CLOSE THESE ALLOWANCES  HELD DEAR... (c) 2002 =Righteous Creative=

So I started having these hangovers after very very Vivid very real dreams. They weren't hangovers like from drugs or alcohol. I woke up, and went about my business. I was doing my normal wake up Routine Morning things.  However, I was still in the dream. I was awake but awake and still in the dream. For instance I had a dream of my Arctic Beauty, B r y n j a.  Jo anne had drugged me knocked me out and take me on a boat for 3 days to Iceland. I awoke right as we were approaching Reykjavik Harbor. Just next to Kopavogur. At that point the boat had separated into two boats. It was festive on our ship. Like a booze cruise.  Fun fun and there were lights on the boat people were dressed well they had cocktails in their hands, there was music.  Jo Anne brought me to the hull of the boat. At that point I could tell one boat was headed back to United States - one boat was staying in Iceland. I looked at the other boat that had breached from our boat and become its own thing....

Because I'm because I'm doing this talk to type, there will be many typos. I really don't care at this point. So I've been having these hangover situations from my dreams. I wake up, I go about my business, yet I am still in the dream sequence. Not less than 4 days ago, I had a dream of my ex wife Heather. What a lovely sensual perfect person she is/was.  So I'm really unclear on what the dream was. Obviously I was in Idaho. I do recall being at our house that we owned. & I was on the side of the house and I was sawing some wood to make a fence for our Garden. That actually was a real thing I did do that.  Anyways here's the Wake up sequence... I WOKE AT HOME BUT WAS IN BOISE . I KNEW I WAS IN BOISE BUT WAS UNSURE WHO'S HOUSE I WAS AT.  I called Heather immediately and I told her hey I'm here until 6 p.m. that's one my flight leaves. No idea how I knew that but I knew I had til 6pm and it was 8am.  I asked her to come over she was ver...