CLIFT

I will swan dive from here. I will sit on this rock and touch the tops of pine trees. Moist, poking through my gloves. They are from Right Aid and I cut the tops of them off. The leaves reach for the sun. There's nowhere to go at the top of the tree. The orange runs out. Too small for me to chop down and use for firewood. In the cup of the valley I will fly. The mist will embrace me like my long lost mother. I will feel a warm and a buzzing throughout my mind. The sun broadens, yellow, white/yellow. The busom of the mountain valley nurtures and warms. I will float suspended between mountain ridges. Float through air. It's wide enough to sustain. I will hide under the rocks. The black part. So high my feet tingle. The higher I go, the closer I get to God. I will not go back because I see yellows, oranges, and reds and thousands of tree tops. They have dusty matted bottoms, places where grass does not grow. Scattered animal tracks have disrupted the random distribution of twigs and pine needles. I pick them up and hold them to my nose. They smell sharp, they smell like home. They smell like the Clems and moistened windows. I smell bread. Help me to get well, gimmesomemorepills, come and help.

HUDSON LANDSCAPE

I almost felt the old anger bubbling.... arrrrrr, FUCK, FUCK, FUCKIT, ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR,
GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.... down kittie! Back!!! Back I say... Anger retreats to his cage for the moment... Then I thought of running my hands through the peaceful cold water, feel it? I'm sitting next to the ledge, I've just kicked the muddy ground with my feet and trambled an orange/yellow leave.... ARRRRRRRRR,, eh, eh, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCC
ccccccccccccccccccccCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCkkkkkkk!!!!!.... ah, eh, ah, eh, ah...

OK, now I'm lost looking at the hazy trickle of water so high above... ARRRRRRRRRRRR,
my head still hurts... must go for walkies.

WOODEN BRIDGE

This one is a little faded. But I can use the wood from the birch trees on the right. I can climb them and hide in the black. The wood from the trees I can use to light my fires at the water wheel.

The white picket fence in the distance needs to be painted sometimes. I will paint it with white wash. Slowing moving the brush, up and down, up and down, creating smooth lines and streaks, until it is done. It will be good when it is done! Everyone will like me again!

When I get hungry I can pick a cattail on the left. And at my fire I can boil them, or frickazee them.

The wooden bridge rattles when carriages cross it. Creaking squeaking, rusty nails. I stop to look out of the windows sometimes. The dust kicks up on the road. And the sun makes me feel safe and warm. I will walk to town on the road. I will pet the horses. I will buy rock candy and peanut brittle. I can smell the leaves. I will be in soon when my head stops hurting.

RE-VILLAGE

I live under the wheel. I've re tiled the roof. There's a happy breeze today. The clouds will always be yellow. I can touch them. I'm inside them. The door to my shed squeaks. The water smells rusty, cold. Waleye try to scale the waterfall. I collected acorns from the tree. The squirrel talks to me. He's going to be safe in the winter. I look into his little tree hole home. He's collected bits of grass and sticks around the water wheel. He's my special friend, the squirrel. Serval clouds looked like wolves today. I counted them as they rode by the orange sky. I smell the leaves. Rotten, dry. Wet. They collect next to the water wheel. I can stand on the ledge of it and watch the water spin.

Love is in the air... every time I turn around... I love Lou Rauls... I am so sorry I made you mad please forgive me, let me in... I really like Air Supply and I play with my slotless race track... I'm full to the brink with love for everyone... please release me don't let me go... help me Rhonda help help me Rhonda... I want everyone to just give me a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigggg hug, and we'll all go down to happy dale