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Aug. 26, 2007 With medium length dark brown hair I was standing on a hill and my knees buckled and I became crippled in the legs by a mysterious illness. I remember not understanding. I remember a real and bright stinging pain, an otherworldly pain. The illness would stay for a few days, and I’d have to be carried. Then it would go. I remember in certain deep autumns with the various hues and gradients of winds. There, sometimes, there was a vastness, or a depth, I don’t know which, or maybe it was something else altogether, and it was like not being in the body, or only vaguely being in the body. I remember there was a sort of flood, if there could be a sort of flood, and a snake bit someone, and some trees were washed away. There might have been jukebox music playing and there probably was. The song Peggy Sue, and others, some like that and some from later, like Mick Jagger singing Start Me Up, yes, that one for sure. I saw a carnival barker of sorts, but not really a barker. She was normal enough, but as I looked in that direction I saw she had funny eyes, funny eyes that she probably didn’t even know about, or maybe that weren’t funny at all. They seemed slightly off, very penetrating, and they evoked something else, like scenes from a horror movie or novel, or something like that. Another time, I was wanting to hold my right arm up in the air, and make some kind of joyous or knowing motion, some kind of semi-circle or something, and there was no exact reason. I think some singer, or someone did such a thing once, sometime, somewhere, and I registered it, liked it, but I don’t know totally. I remember reading the guru, and he said though it didn’t seem so, people that didn’t believe in astrology were governed by it, and people that understood it, could step free of it, and not be governed by it. He said that he had told the astrologers to come back, that astrology wouldn’t work with him now, that they could chart his time of death, and he’d not die, or state a time when he wouldn’t die, and he’d die, consciously die. Anyway, a long time ago I was standing on that hill and my legs gave out and that fucking hurt to Christ. But the Gods gave me my legs back, and I could almost dance when the machine cried out, - …prittie prittie prittie Peggy Sue oh oh ooo ooo ooo ooo prittie prittie prittie Peggy Sue… ------------ Email: Brian1750@Hotmail.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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