Posted by susan47 on November 26, 2007, at 18:56:26
In reply to Hey., posted by susan47 on November 26, 2007, at 18:41:28
And once again I realize as I read this over, I see it with a jaundiced, jaded eye.. I see it through the eyes of a therapist who's ruled by his sense of himself, his honourable approach to life, to Living .. I can see how frightened he could be.
Such directness, such honesty as to what was actually going on in the mind of a .. Patient, oh my God.
Oh
my
...
and I see the silly illicit thoughts struggling, because he knows I live in a deep twilit world that is Interesting, but .. he's a professional. He must always be that. It's his job.
Therefore I must be accusing him of doing something .. bad.
How sad.
Sh*t, sh*t sh*t f*ck*ng sh*t and sh*t again.
Kiddo.
Hey.
What is the matter with Love?
Honey, it's Art. Art in motion, art in love, art in pain .. art in Eros and not .. the only thing that was never real, was the hate. That Had to Go.
Don't you see how you've helped me (by allowing me to express) find myself?
And all you can think about, is lawsuits and lawyers and protection .. was I right am I right .. god What is this About? WHY ME?
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