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I was back in australia nd hiding from people i knew ,i went to see my late partners home nd his daughter was there very emotional , she had to go so i stayed in the room ,then i saw my beloved dead body . i was going to run ,but i stopped nd pulled the covers and saw him asleep. i gazed at him nd he woke up , i was shocked so i just cuddles him nd kissed him and asked him why did he go , he smiled and told me it hurt , all his stab wounds still hurt even after deth ,,, i just smiled and lean foward to kiss him ..

It was 1999 I looked out side my kitchen window, there was a car park, it was full of 'Muslim' woman praying, they were facing west, I ran from my house past the woman in to a hall were the minister for immigration KIM BEASLEY was, I said can you see that in the car park, he looked over while shoving seafood in to his mouth shrugging his shoulders. I got up set and left that place and went to go home, I walked past the Muslim woman praying to the west, one Muslim looked up at me then they all did, then they stood up thousands of them, and they chased me, I was running away and they slowly methodically followed me like a slow moving mud avalanche, I run in to my home but the weight of the woman marching froward smashed my house down, I had to run and run, I had no home and it was hard to hide because they were every where. They were not aggressive in a fighting way, but determined to smash my home my life every thing....,

It was 1999 I looked out side my kitchen window, there was a car park, it was full of Muslim woman praying, they were facing west, I ran from my house past the woman in to a hall were the minister for immigration KIM BEASLEY was, I said can you see that in the car park, he looked over while shoving seafood in to his mouth shrugging his shoulders. I got up set and left that place and went to go home, I walked past the woman praying to the west, one looked up at me then they all did, then they stood up thousands of them, and they chased me, I was running away and they slowly methodically followed me like a slow moving mud avalanche, I run in to my home but the weight of the woman marching froward smashed my house down, I had to run and run, I had no home and it was hard to hide because they were every where. They were not aggressive in a fighting way, but determined to smash my home my life every thing....,

It was a beautiful morning. We were in a bright room where all sun rays pointing at us through the window.He was kneeling on the edge of the bed where i also sit sideways in front of him.We were in front of the mirror with a drawer. I pulled him at his back with my left hand kissing between his chest. I can vividly smell him. I drew him nearer to me putting my face where i kissed him. I can feel the edge of his stomach.I added my right arm to hug him more tightly. His right hand was holding my head and the other was getting something, a brush or a tie. Feeling me, he asked me sweetly, "why aren't you satisfied with me?" I did not say something i just make a sound and he continued to brush and tie my hair.

In a large crowded building, it seems we are trapped inside and apart of some huge social test, they open the doors only to let in a rush of horror movie-esque serial killers to pick us off one by one, luckily, i am few of the fortunate ones, i run and hide into a futuristic elevator with a few other people inside, lying on the floor. i exit the elevator and do it all over again, one man looked like a burn victim with no face / facial feautures dressed in a firefighter / cop uniform, then exited the building. there was an uproar in the crowd as they were about to release the next set of monsters into the ring, i was devasted and screaming and ran to the elevator again, knowing that it had worked in the past, i run to exit and the elevator malfunctions and does not open, i can feel the bite of the beast, the count down.. suddenly, i dart inside and barely make the close! i find him inside there, holding me close.. hat tipped sideways i can even see his face, "hold on tight" he whispers, as he hacks the elevator, pressing every button simutaneously until we end up in another dimension, its night time and im making a run for it, almost seen, apartment complexes everywhere, its day now and im walking up a hill, i see large trucks and they make me nervous, soda trucks with bumper stickers on them, something tells me not to go that way...

An old abandoned white vintage victorian house, shabby and falling apart. i ascend whats left of the staggered stairs, into the crook of the attic, where lie pieces of scrap and junk. many people gather in, pouring contents into a large boulder, it is later transformed into a giant amethyst geode, i realize i just witnessed an alchemical proccess, i see the bowls of salt and pitchers of flux strewn out on the table, the crew then gather outside the door, removing a giant american flag from its post and hanging something else in its absence. i hear music and talking. a jester woman fumbles and humors the crowd. i am outside, i remove my sock and regrow a toe from a sprout, you ask me what i have there and i remove my limbs to fashion you a new member (genital).

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