i like to tell stories

This Was The Day You Died, This Day Twenty-Nine, This My All Day

I Had Once Come To Stay Where You No Longer Could

I Was Once King Edward Here As Long As I Should

Like You, I Shut Your Curtains & I Dream, I Pray

For The Three-Sixty-Five Ago I Cannot Say

 
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My Father Is One Of The Men You Made

When Night Fell, I Saw A Woman Who Made Herself Myth

I Saw The Real Backs Of Three Sources

I Saw The False Fronts Of Three Fantasies

I Saw A Man Pretending To No Longer Be Alive, On This First Day My Fathers Source Now No Longer Is

I Saw A Woman Pretending To Be One Thing, When In Fact She Was Really Something Very Other

This Woman Bent Down And Placed The Myth On His Closed Eyes While Looking At Mine

This Woman Then Returned To Her Other And Showed Me How She Kisses Him

This Woman, Not Long Later, Then Caught Him & Carried Him Away

As This Other She Kissed Had Just Buckled, Faltered & Fainted

In Front Of Us All I Could See, The She & He I Wish Was Me

A Woman Took To The Stage & Told Us A Story Of Her Accident, A Story Of Her Hand, This Hand & How It Had Once Been Severed From Her

This Hand Was Put Back On Almost Scar-Less, So She Gave It One To Remember & Let Me See Its Message

For Your Journey & For Mine

 
Legacy

 
While You Were Sleeping & While I Was, 5 Days Before Your Birthday & 194 Days Before Mine

1924 To This Day Twenty-Nine
 

 
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We Were King Edward

I left where I stay now to walk to the ocean, I have not seen it here yet this time. I found you almost right way. All of you had been eaten away except for those wings now so useless for flight without your heart once big enough to take you anywhere, up. So I took these wings and put them on the back of a Hawk who I never want to stop trying to fly.

I got to the ocean but between me and it was an unexpected man made valley, a man made crater, launching men in the air choked with fog. They were given 30 minutes to try and fly higher than the next. The Hawk here did something like no other before him but today he was not trying to do it again. One man here was however and before that water falling from the sky got us all too wet, try after try for the elusive two and half circles, he did just that, 900. I then turned around to walk back to where I stay at the start of that eruption of noise he made.

I still haven’t seen the ocean here.

This All Day 22

HAWK 900

 
FO The 3 Man Wants To Smash Your Box – This All Day 20
 

SUBJECT:

Oh my gosh.

BODY:

You have no idea how sad, sad, about to stick a needle in my eye sort of sad I am. Long, drawn out personal history shortly aside, I’ve had a lot of family issues in the last month or so and have been all but absent in the email department. Combine that with losing both of my jobs (one June 1st, one as of the coming August) and my house (sold from under my apartment renter’s feet this summer), and I should try and unstick my foot from my mouth a little bit. But, oh no, no no no. Instead, I feel like not only should my foot be tonsil friendly but so should my other foot, probably both of my hands, and at least something that doesn’t usually belong there as well because we missed you being in Texas! I can’t believe it. And after the Yankovich birthday song! Someone needs to push the restaurant table full of china into my lap while yelling something at me with a red face because [rotating woman’s nickname] and I have been really really (did I say we definitely have been) wanting to meet you in actual person sometime. So much so. So much so that as soon as we’re officially let go (we work at the same place, both jobs) we might come and see you instead. Wherever in the world you are. I think a roadtrip is an absolute necessity, and I can promise an excellent soundtrack and the best homemade rumcake in the world. Is that a good start? Boy, I can’t even tell you how rotten missing that mail is. You should have seen how red [rotating woman’s nickname] face got when we saw the date. I’d say you’re now on the side where we owe you. I know you don’t really know us, but let me tell you, that’s not a bad side to be on. I hope this email finds you well. I’ll dislodge all inappropriate appendages from my mouth now, thank you.

[maybe not a real name of a real woman] & [rotating woman’s nickname who I was scared of but wanted to meet and couldn’t]

Oh! When’s your birthday?

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A Minnesota Man & A 3 Month Early California Man Nourished Me – This All Day 20
 

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OTLMBS

 
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I was in the box this night of this all day 20 when a woman approached me and 3 Month Early California Man. She wanted to record us with her forever machine, I blushed and of course agreed. I like that someone wanted to take my picture and I didn’t care why. I gave her some me so she could choose to know more or not. Then she went away.

Not long later, she came back to me and I think took another. She had just heard a story about me and was now touching my arm. I liked this too only now I didn’t blush. Her touch felt nice.

Not long later, she took more of me in between taking some of others. She did this because she knew I was staring, we were both smiling. Then she gave me some of her so I could choose to know more or not, as well. Before I left this box, I walked up from behind her, put one hand on her hip, reached my other arm out as far as it would go in front of us and pressed the button on my forever machine. I did this as this is what I do when I like you, woman or man, I made three this night, just like that and returned to where I stay.

I chose to know more, found her and wrote her.

Then I went where I go to find company in a place of not face to face when I am lonely. It was there I saw her… Again. You see, I had written her before, from this place not the box of this night, not knowing who she was in any other way. You see, I had not known I had written her here before we met, as well. I do not know if she knew I wrote her before this night, I do not know if she recognized me, either.

At one point this night she told me everything is a circle and I believed her. Even if our circles mean different things.

 
This Woman Not The Guinevere I Did See This All Day 19
 
Van #2 – Hammer
 

 
This Man Gus This All Day 18
 
Van #1 – Hammer
 

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Start With The One, The Moment You Are Ready Or Allowed To

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If it wasn’t for what you are now reading, who lives in the skin holding this constellation would not have found me.

If it wasn’t for who lives in this skin finding me, I could not be where I now am.

We had never met face to face. Tonight is that fortnight.

In astronomy, a fortnight is the mean (average) time between a full moon and a new moon (and vice versa). This is equal to 14.77 days.

I went from an area with a (code) of 210, to a place with a #number called 210.

This constellation had not ever been successfully counted. So I went one by one, looking at each one, from one to the next one, making no one no more important than any other one. Not because I wanted to know any such number of twinkles in this sky, but because I was allowed to, down right welcome to see.

This was enough.

With my forever machine and its borrowed telescope of closer observation, this astronomer mapped 206.

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2 0 6

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This constellation on skin consisted of, was made of, by my count, 206. So I took who lives in this constellation to the star maker and I had this star maker place 4 more into this sky. Now when I am in where I stay, when I look up, even when it is dark outside and even when it is light outside, in this number called 210 after I left an area coded 210, I can see this constellation skin whose map I made 210, in almost constant motion.

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2 1 0

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This One Is Mine, For My Ever & For Yours

This One Is Mine, For My Ever & For Yours

This One Is Mine, For My Ever & For Yours

This One Is Mine, For My Ever & For Yours

I Send Greetings + (Please Press Play)

“When the sun appears mid-sky three more times, I must be at Arizona.

What happens if you don’t get there in time?

Then they will go.

Without you?

Yes.

What will you do then?

Then, I will die.”

It Took You Three Days, It Took Me Two, I Get Everywhere I Go, Early

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Go forth naked and choose only the 7 tools that fit in your hand for this journey.

These 7 tools:

They just may create a new you from a lock of hair.
They just may let you send an important message.
They just may show you a map when you need it.
They just may allow you to defend yourself.
They just may resurrect a deer from the dead.
They just may heal the one you love when they are not well.
They just may be a gift from beyond to the half you man you made here.

My 7 tools:

I chose a lock of hair stored in a film canister from a married dominatrix I loved I never hired to hurt me.
I chose a freshly removed pair of underwear from a lap dancer I did not love I did hire to please me.
I chose a double-barreled shotgun so big it breaks speakers.
I chose 4 forever machines I don’t want to show you.

“Define beautiful: Beautiful is better than terrific.”

We were in a hotel room, I was watching you change. You were almost comfortable with this, but then weren’t suddenly even though you once were. You knew how I liked to just sit and watch, everything you did. You paused before you entered the bathroom to change out of my sight. You leaned on the wall and asked me a question because I had just repeated to you what you once said to me about your other, not really me:

“That’s word for word. You.. You remember everything you hear word for word?”

“Everything I hear, everything I see, everything… Everything this body feels.”

“There is something I must tell you, I gave you a baby tonight. Believe what I tell you.
A baby of your husband but also he will be my baby. He will know everything I know.”

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I saw a family from here before I was in the back of a truck. They helped me, just like you.

I saw a home on wheels in which to hide, to pretend is mine, just like you.

I saw a beast on rails and I heard that beast on rails as it showed me the way, just like you.

I saw a place to take pause and measure all risk, just like you.

You walked through one fire to get here and did so with no scars. I walked through never-ending and am covered in them countless.

 
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As I walked up to the rim, the edge of this place, I could feel the energy I wanted to and my body was reacting. This was a surprise as I hadn’t yet seen it with my own eyes. I put my tools away. I walked up to the edge and I stood on the edge and I looked. I had almost not been allowed but an imaginary line drawn by others changed the time for me as I headed west, allowing me this moment. I leaned over the edge, over the moved, pushed up earth in front of me. The wind here was taking me off my feet so I leaned into it harder. I dared it to do so again and I shut my eyes and let this wind burn my skin. I stayed there, looking up, looking down, looking around and let that wind hurt me all it could until the man asked me to leave. I was now out of time.

Touch Me To See What I Saw On This Circle In 111 Inches

I walked to my chariot. My skin was still burning and the air was the coldest I have felt in a very long time. There was no hot blizzard falling from the sky and no water falling around me that I could feel. Yet, I could see both from this place. No tool of mine can change any real thing and my rescue did not answer my transmission. The one I made before here nor the one I made from this place.

“I Make Maps”

I Want To Believe

Public Building #111 – Roswell, NM – By Happenstance

(111 East 1st Street – Looking North North East With North A True One)

Not 7 Days Prior, Not Here, I Photographed Almost 500 Numbered Secret Government Buildings, Not One Of These Was #111

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What I Saw Up There, Here

I WANT TO BELIEVE

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My Assigned Task Was Yellow, A Few Feet To My East, I Saw Red, If Not For The One, There Would Be No Other

You’ll say,

“Did they love you or what?”

I’ll say,

“They love what I do. The only one who really loves me, is you.”

All Around Us In The Dark There Was Water Falling From That Sky
 
But Here In Only This Place, We Were Dry
 
We Could See The Lightning Up There Too But We Could Not Feel It, Either

 
Because It Was This Night Like No Other Before It, I Made Some We Could Try To

You Had Time

They tell me there is a drought here.

Yet today, outside this glass with two sides, there was a wet water falling from all over that sky.
 
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He Would Not & My Speculation Of A Could Not, See Right Through This Glass Directly At Me From The Inside Out

Yet Today, For A Moment Only At IAH, I Could See Through The Reflecting Myth Of Color The Wet Here Likes To Create

She Can See Right Through This Glass Directly At Me From The Outside In