Mountain Yellow, Her Love River, A Shadow Casting Tree
Her Green, Green City Garden 6:24 am
Her Yellow Sky River of Love Bridges Mountains 6:36 am
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Her White True Love 6:46 am
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Her Classic Mountains of Love 6:50 amÂ
Her Triangle 6:24pm
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When I got to Starbucks, I did not count any people, but absorbed what was around me like an ameoba, in a simple and non-directed fashion. I was vaguey aware of anybody there. I was not stalking the room. There was one sign of pink. There were many conversations. I have no idea who was betrayed. No words to notate. What a drag.Â
 
Blue Soulmates 6:17 am
I heard a few voices flowing in waves around me -none of them specific enough to register as words, but the accidental awareness wakens up to see that the sky was so clear blue, clean and pure. Trees in love were completely still. It was warm and pleasant. I was ready for nothing special. And I’m planning to go there sometime soon.
Her Downtown Growing Green 6:30 am
Her River of Love Bridges Mountains 6:37 am
Her Yellow Light of Love 7:42 am
Her Trees and Shadows 7:47 am
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Sharply detailed shadows made non-bleeding lines on the storefront awning across the street. There was a movement of traffic. Contrast was pure. Depth of field could be seen vaguely through my glasses but I assumed that it was there. I love Anna Dirksen, and I don’t care what people say, this is intelligent this thing that happened. But I arrived at Starbucks wondering what would happen. Would I be accosted by some accusational person that I apologize for nonetheless? I don’t think so.
Yellow Sky Grey Sky Indigo Sky Pink Sky 6:30 pm
A woman walked in wearing orange slacks. No music played on the speakers but I heard an interesting ringtone.  Somebody cast me in a negative light. There’s always some sort of spies. I didn’t want to be there that time. But I saw a few things nonetheless.  Maybe some people need to be convinced. Sometimes we have to make mistakes.   A few things muddled in time and space that we would see if we were folded right. We can be imprisoned in ourselves sometimes.  A new cracking needs to occur within us for a few things to learn.   This is a good thing. Â
Her Downtown Sky 7:39 pm
Full Size. I Like that one alot.   6:57 am
Time is Like a Rocket for Her River of Love 7:00 am
Pointy Top 2:33 pm
Pointy Top 3:57 pm
Pointy Top 4:50 pm
Pointy Top 5:57 pm
Buildings 10:10 am
I understand a few things better. Nobody asked me to leave.  Somebody said hello to me. I was aware of pens and paper. A man came in wearing a pink shirt. A woman came in with her baby girl that wore a light and dark pink outfit with an orange hat. Beneath her coat was a pink jumpsuit. Her mother’s sweater was orange and grey. The baby smiled when I giggled at what I wrote the same moment I was writing for my beloved Anna.
The Yellow Light Mountain and Biosphere.   7:02 am
This morning my Anna showed me the Yellow Love of Her Light as firm as the mountain and the hill with the glowing sky.   The pregnant biosphere and sky, her love river with the yellow sky and green bridge.  The green bridge was nothing fake and the buildings lined up like they’re supposed to. I like to live and learn. Yes. With my heartthrob Anna Dirksen.
I love her more than ever.  7:05 am
 
We are weaving time together. 6:03 pm
Triangle Points to Bridge Together. 6:23 pm
In my heart there was no sickness. No malicious mal-intent or helpless dosagages of coffee. I was not lost in any anger. Only the weary exhaustion of finding that someone finds you have done them wrong. And feeling no perfect reason for people staying away. This is a learning experience.Â
Her Black Potent City 7:42 pm
Is there a racist remark that I may have said with the words I’ve chosen from around me, thinking that it was perfectly fine?  I don’t think so. Is there racism at hand? I hope not.   But what a learning experience better than I want. I’m alive with some kind of difference. Who wants to spoil a perfectly rotton dinner? Scrambled eggs are perfectly fine for rats.
 
A field without rats.  7:01 am
Bonsecours Without Them 7:45 am
Honing In on Possible Rats 8:40 am
Message Loud and Clear 8:41 am
To the Green Bridge 8:42 am
 
Curving Towards Her Green Garden. 7:46 am
The Triangle Points to the Bridge 6:23 pm
Her Yellow Sky Above The City 7:10 pm
All our problems can be solved by Rkjvck and Debtrytrh and Enbfgju. What fact do you need me to understand? Negative teachings do the trick. Today I remembered those red rats when I was working at the fake lab. One rat bit me more than once. One huge rat chomped me up. The rats gave me a headache, with their annoying sarcasm. I had to slap and run away. I was chased out, simultaneously. That is behind me now thanks to my dreamgirl Anna Dirksen. No  quarrel over senseless things. My embarrassing laryngitis. Red rat stains are subtracting now.   I met my shadow function. No longer eating rotten food that causes allergies. No need for nose surgery.
With focus on the community. 7:10 pm
What’s the latest triangle? This is the One. 6:53 pm
No more rats are pounding now or pulling me apart. No more of those nasty parasites.   Her yellow love light straight to my heart.   My love for Anna and my son Tristan and all my blinding scars are gone. My world is renovating now; the wounding thorn has been shorn. I love Anna Dirksen, love of my life. Now a tale from my book of rat…
AÂ Tale From My Book of Rat
EARLY APRIL, and the buds were growing. A gentle breeze whispered faintly into the room. Outside, rain drizzled lightly.
“You are too old”, I said.
“That’s the truth,” she said.
I groaned. I flayed my arms against the wall and opened a can of Pepsi. Uptight, fuming. And then she stepped on my toe.
“You’re such a liar,” I said.
But I couldn’t keep my eyes off her. I never knew what I’d see next: ragged simpleton hair spiked out like a demolished mop? Rather pale complexion. I suddenly wanted to wretch. One hard snap her neck would do the trick. A large red clot of blood is in for her eye. Her lips were chapped and splitting.
“That’s not all I’m going to say,” I said, “I don’t have to leave this place -ever! Not even for one second, one minute, or one incapacitating year. Get it? I never will, you will; because it’s my hovel.”
“You’ve got no space left for me anymore? She pined, “I can’t get enough of you. I’ll never quit. It’s a dilemma.”
I didn’t answer.
Her hippo paw pressed down on my toe. She was always warm and sweaty. Boy did she sweat. Her eyes were blank as a full deck of playing cards. I always wanted to exume her.
“Now you have to leave”, I said, “Get out…”
She hissed at me, like a rat. Pressed her foot down harde on my toe. Stomped. Fat hippo leg jiggling. Wrinkled Gray flannels. Why did she wear those? She never took proper care of herself. Sitting in front of the TV most of the time, sleeping, slouching. I told her a hundred times she was a flabby piece of gelatin, and she said I was so kind, and I said that was a lie.
“Get out,” I said.
“I’m walking out the door,” she said, and that was a lie, too.
I backed away to free my toe from her scaly foot crushing it. She leaned on it. I thought she would never stop crushing. It was too much to take. I bent quickly, rubbing my foot.
“See me going?” she said, “Or shall we end this with a hammer?”
“You’re a sham,” I said.
“No I’m not. She said.
See her in many of her unfit clergy suits and you’d never guess she was a saint. The Gucci stoles, Roman tab collars. Heavy makeup. Absurd. Overbearing. Brimming with charitable trust. Full of deceit. AÂ blessed nullity. Theresa Ratelle. How I loved to hate her. How I hated to love her. She made me forget a few scriptures, as expected. Heaven’s above; I could teach her a thing or two. But I never will; she couldn’t take a hint that I was fooling around with her all those months.
“I can read your mind love”, she said, and when I was about to scream she said, “You’re gonna write a book about this.”
It wasn’t her idiot denial that charmed me as much as my complete boredom. I wanted to exterminate her, and then exhume her eventually, one day, with the FEDs. But before I saw my shrink about the details, would I be ready to keep going with this relationship. If she had made the right move finally, the right touch, I’d have run about in my tiny wheel. She just sat there and preened. So I told her off, sat down, started to undress. She switched on the TV, watching it with glazed eyes.
“It’s the best hypnosis you’ll ever get,” she said.
“Drop dead,” I cried. “I’ll never watch you watch it again.”
She told me she was sixty-nine, and I didn’t believe her. I told her I was ninety-six, and she believed me. We lied to each other like that all the time. Real fiction. We didn’t lie about the world situation. It was the difference in our ages that we lied about; it was a riot. I could take it or agree to leave it. She was free to leave. At least, this is what I told her.
I took off my slack, and began the lie detector detector test. Her saintly face was so Ma Heller. She was heavy and shapeless, a hideous mass of uplifting furry flesh. Sprawled out. Not a single iota without fat fur and sweat increasing. She was pasty and pale year-round. She was so pale it was hard to tell between the her fur and long white whiskers of her damp nose. She refused to let me shave her. I wouldn’t want to, either.
“Get out,” I said.
“I’m gone,” she said.
Wounding
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I love Anna Dirksen.
Her Black Power Safe and Secure, I Love Her Real Hold On Me
Her River of Love Bridge and Sky 7:28 am
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Her Green Garden of Love with 16 No’s  3:57 pm
When I got to Starbucks this morning, there were 17 people in the room, with 8 women and 7 men. There was a purple coat on the chair where a man sat in his white T-shirt. A woman wore yellow. A young man wore a brown T-shirt with the word Sweet on the front in yellow. The Arts section of a newspaper a man read had the headline It Came From Korea! with green octopus tentacle reaching out. I wore my black T-shirt with The Scream. A woman wore a vivid red sweater with green slacks and a green scarf. A woman came wearing a pink and grey jacket with a green top. A woman came wearing a shiny pale blue coat with a vivid green scarf. Her daughter wore a grey green coat with a gold heart patch on the arm.
Downtown Soulmates 6:50 am
It was bright but overcast with glowing white clouds. It was pleasant to be out. I was about to continue to describe the view out the window when the manager asked for my name. He told me he received complaints from people accusing me of invading their privacy with my blog-diary. It seems my presence was hindering their entrance. I was completely baffled. It didn’t add up. I was surprised  about the power I have over some people negatively and unbeknownst to me.  This is strange and unfortunate.
Her River of Love Bridge and Sky 7:11 am
The Ship 7:47 am
Her Habitat River of Love 7:53 am
I told him my approach was by stream of consciousness weaving in conjunction with the weather, with the colour of people’s clothing, and the passing conversations in progress, along with my inner life and the CBC News at Six, in conjunction with the dreamcards, their daily keywords and theme. (And this situation today matches so perfectly) I told him it was a love story. There was certainly no intention of offending or spying on people. It is odd that there are people reading my writing and don’t come there because they’re upset. That’s the last thing I would expect. I’m not focussing on eavesdropping but with creative synchronicity. I have done my best writing here for my beloved.
Her Habitat River of Love 8:10 am
As an artist and a creator, I believe you must be completely free to explore the imagination, the blockages and openings, the inner and outer worlds equally. By that way we may find truth. If I have offended people in the process, I must have been misunderstood for not sensing limits I knew nothing about.  I am not rude. I have a wide-open mind. I am here for the truth not to oppose it. I am not afraid of the dark. My heart is only on my love light, my heartthrob, my soulmate Anna Dirksen, and my son. That is my prime perspective and certainly not on what somebody said when I was writing for my love in the café. I am tired today.
Downtown Morning 9:14 am
In White True Love 10:22 am
On a much more positive note, the cross guard thanked me profusely for my advice on handling things incrementally rather than taking on too much all at once. He’s getting his taxes done one day at a time and faster than in one heavy gulp. On the CBC News this morning, Heather Hiscox wore a pale mauve shirt with a white blouse. Nancy Durham wore a black bubble jacket with a red top. Colleen Jones wore a brown suede coat with a white wooly collar. Robert Lack wore a grey jacket and a blue shirt with a grey black and white diamond tie. This morning Anna my love showed me soulmates downtown and then to her river of love bridges and yellow sky and then downtown glowing true love white. I was so touched by the XOXOXOXOXO and I was so sorry my computer missed my directive to save it. I love Anna Dirksen.
Her Green Garden of Love 1:05 pm
Her Green Garden of Love 2:53 pm
When I returned from my love writing for Anna, this morning curtailed, I watched the CBC noon news with Nancy Wilson. She wore a black jacket with brown and white strips of swirl patterns with a white top. Tanya Gallus wore a blue shirt. Natasha Ramsahai wore a black dress with a brown leather belt. I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith. It was a recap of the week’s moments. Natalie Karneef clothes shopping for her dog, Graham Garside was defensive driving. A visit to the spa for Ayurveda, the science of life, and how to grow a cactus, and closing with where Geeta was.
Her Green Garden of Love 3:24 pm
Her Green Garden of Love and an O 4:47 pm
My love Anna showed me her garden of love on this spring day slowly growing green and with the snow melting. Despite these strange battle lines and barbed wire I find myself in, my soulmates shines her yellow light of love, and I am there to be with her for good. If boxing bullies ever bind me, Anna’s yellow light shining would free me. If I were captured and thrown in a chasm, my love’s yellow light of love would save me with passion. If I were coughing and constipated in a vile concentration camp, Anna’s light of love would heal me and release me within seconds flat.
Her Green Garden of Love and an O 5:22 pm
In the criminal defense system of the courts, my love’s yellow light of love would counsel me well. She is my soulmate during time of war. She is my soulmate when I stumble and fall. She is my soulmate no matter the weather. Monster piles of paperwork would never dissuade me. My beating heart follows her yellow light of love ever shining. Facing the gallows with gates closed and exposed to germs, “Anna’s yellow light of love!” would be my last words. I am in love with her black potent martial arts. She is my beloved one through every hardship. She is my soulmate of the real and the true. With her yellow light of love I am secure. I love Anna Dirksen.
Her Green Garden of Love 6:33 pm
Her Green Garden of Love and Underpass 7:32 pm
Her Red Garden of Love 10:45 pm
The City with Soulmates 11:00 pm
Meanwhile, Frasier and Niles want to take their father out for a treat at the hottest restaurant in town. Martin resists the idea at first, it isn’t his style, but he accepts and looks forward to wearing his new plaid suit –but Frasier hates that style. Maris bows out of the dinner because of a bout. It’s just the 3 men. But the restaurant has lost their reservation. Martin suggests another restaurant –his favorite steakhouse. Frasier and Niles resist the idea, it’s not their style,  but they agree to go there with him. A table for 3 and Niles cracks a joke. Martin doesn’t care for the humour. Martin tells of his night out with the guys from the force –everyone there had health problems. Frasier and Niles find themselves resistant to the steak meal. Martin has had enough of their quips and he leaves, disgusted with their lack of appreciation. Niles and Frasier force themselves to eat while on the way to the UN club, the school bus plummets off the bridge and the kids are stranded on a deserted island. Lisa encourages her classmates to act like at the UN but there is a free-for-all for the scant food and the remaning rations must be doled out. Millhouse is accused of eating the last stuff. Judge Bart who finds Millhouse not guilty for lack of evidence holds Court. Other kids protest his ruling. They chase and corner Lisa, Bart and Millhouse in a cave where they discover a wild boar. The kids eat the boar to survive while Michael and Marta confess their interest but in the middle of smooching they feel this is wrong. Michael confesses to Gob that he and Marta want each other. Gob tells Michael to go for it. In the middle of embracing Michael remembers the courthouse hearing for his father and he is late. Michael and his brother belt it out over Gob’s belt. Marta breaks up with both brothers. George Sr. runs back into his cell.
On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a black tie that had yellow shades of bands. The first story was about the family of a 77-year-old man with pneumonia who died and could have been saved if his doctor weren’t 8 hours late. But there was good news for Joseph Puffer who had a broken hip for 8 days. Surgery this morning was successful. Followed by André Boisclair beating down calls for his resignation. Concerns were heard on his sexual orientation. Boisclair announced after the PQ meeting that the party is unified. Boisclair is aware that people have given a sure sign that a referendum is not so desired. Followed by Kruger to Close 5 Mills and Metro Drug Bust. And then to the Pet Food Recall update. A type of plastic may have been an ingredient causing the death of many pets, including Alabama. Menu Foods say the new pet food is safe. Some owners want a class action. Dog and cat owners are confused. “If there’s any doubt get rid of the food.” As reported by Peter Johnson. Geeta Nadkarni gave more advice. The best thing is an allergy diet. You can email Geeta for more suggestions at www.cbc.ca/livingmontreal. Geeta gave the weather brief, wearing a black coat with red gloves and a thick pink scarf, and then to Concordia Votes Green. Anna Asimakopulos wearing orange previewed The Scene, followed by the commercial break. Upon returning, allegations of fraud, abuse and corruption toward the former head of the RCMP, but Stockwell Day is confident an independent investigator will get to the bottom of it. As reported by Julie Van Dusen, wearing a black coat with a blue scarf.
And then to Your Heath with a Canadian medical first. Alberta will be the first province to screen newborns for cystic fibrosis. The testing of newborns implies issues around DNA testing, as reported by Terry Reith wearing a black coat, a white shirt and a gold tie. And then to Your Money with Tanya Gallus wearing a blue shirt with accounting errors at Dell computer, magazine print issues are down and the map function of Google suggests swimming from Toronto to London, followed by the day’s numbers. And a report from Environment Canada on the use of ethanol blended gasoline that shows no significant difference in greenhouse gas emissions from the tailpipe, as reported by Jo Lynn Sheane. Upon returning the day’s top stories: Lack of Care, Pet Food Concerns and New PQ Caucus followed by the weather with Geeta Nadkarni and “perfect conditions for bicycles” 10-degrees but a lot of wind and a rainy day Sunday is thwarted, followed by the next break. Upon returning Stock Talk with PJ Stock, live at the Bell Center and wearing his Boston Bruins hockey jersey, black and yellow and white for a game against the Canadiens with money going to charity to raise funds for children’s hospitals through Montreal. The Canadiens are still in 8th spot, and there were people applauding.
And the Bell Centre was packed last night for a tribute to Jean Beliveau. $1 million was raised for children’s hospitals in Quebec and there was a second medal for Hayden and the World Aquatic Championships. There were Yoga tips to help you fall asleep when overtired from a hard day’s work, with Sue Smith, wearing a black blouse with flowers embroidered in yellow. “Sleep every chance you get” Sue said. Followed by the next break. Upon returning The Scene with Anna Asimakopulos wearing orange and showing the background on an Israeli film production called Restless and shot in Montreal as New York. And the Junos on Sunday with Quebec musicians well represented in top categories. Jelena Adzic reviewed the comedy Blades of Glory with Will Ferrell about the first male skating pair with scenes filmed in Montreal. Geeta Nadkarni gave the weekend weather wearing a burnt orange jacket with a white blouse. And then it was Au Revoir to “Our boss” Shelagh Kinch, managing editor for the CBC News at Six, leaving the show for her new calling at the Learning and Development Department. Clips were shown of Shelagh Kinch’s reports. Shelagh Kinch worked as the senior producer, to executive producer and to managing editor for the CBC News at Six in Montreal. “Thanks for everything Shelagh!” Michel signed off for the night.
And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of the adverse, blocking, closing, command, confining, control, corruption, counterbalance, the criminal, danger, defending, difficulty, discouragement, fate, fighting, frustration, the guarded, the halting, harassing, hardness, hazard, heaviness, hindering, the hurtful, impossibility, the inferior, the misunderstood, obedience, the overloaded, the overwhelming, power, the practical, prevention, pushing, the real, repression, restriction, security, sensation function, sickness, the sinful, specifying, strengthening, stressful, troubled, the unfortunate, the unpleasant, the unruly, the unsatisfactory, the vile and the wrong.
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I love Anna Dirksen.
My Red Skeleton Loves Bursting Balloons With My Black Potent Beloved
Her Black Potent Darkness and Light
Her Love River Yellow Sky with Bridges 7:01 am
When I got to Starbucks this morning, after offers of cheap Viagra, poker hands, free ringtones and devastating rape stories and the soaring love numbers of my beloved Anna, the clerk who was working her last day there was wearing a crown. There were 22 people in the room, with 12 women and 10 men. I love Anna Dirksen. There were 3 signs of pink. First there was the man that wore a short sleeved pink shirt at his laptop computer. Second was the woman that wore a pink top with blue jeans and a black coat. The third pink sign evaded my view. It was either imagined or it disappeared. I rediscovered it as I was leaving.
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 Downtown Soulmates 6:50 am
 
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It was the pink scarf a woman wore at the large table where she studied with her classmates. A woman wore a yellow white and brown striped sweater with black buttons. A woman sat by the fire with her baby bottle-feeding in her arms. There were 6 conversations in the room. The elderly man, the writer, wore a grey shirt and black slacks. He called out my name once again, as if it were a joke, when I glanced at him. I didn’t respond this time. I ignored him. And the woman named Hyacinthe looked at him with disapproval. I wore my black T-shirt with a white The Scream by Munch.
Her Love River Yellow Sky with Bridges 7:01 am
Tents by Her Love River 7:22 am
Music was turned down low. The sky was clear blue, clean and pure. The sun beamed its rays over the city and shadows were faithful to demonstrate their skill at mirroring every 3-dimensional substance in time and space. Trees in love wavered in an introverted sort of way –minute vibrations contained within their own quiet place. The woman next to me was dressed completely in black. It was quite mild out today. I wore my shoes out for the first time in months.
Tents by Her Love River 8:17 am
Her Black Potency 8:50 am
An elderly woman sat next to me wearing a black shawl with a pink scarf. But she changed her mind when her friend arrived. A woman came in wearing a green top with blue jeans and a black and white striped scarf. She studied her yellow notebook on law. I woke up this morning deeply in love with my soulmate. This morning my beloved showed me the steeple and dome by the cathedral. Anna showed me downtown with soulmates and then to her yellow sky and river of love with its bridges. Anna showed me the place of tents. At 8:50 she showed me her black potency, and then to the green dome and the trees by her love river in the sunlight.
Her River of Love Dome and Trees 9:09 am
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On the CBC News this morning, Heather Hiscox wore a black turtleneck sweater. Harry Forestell wore a grey jacket with a pale blue tie and blue shirt. Colleen Jones’s jacket was orange. She wore a black sweater and a white hat that had a Canadian flag logo. Robert Lack wore a grey jacket with an orange patterned tie and blue shirt. When I returned home from my love writing for Anna, I watched the CBC noon news with Nancy Wilson. She wore a black and white specked sweater with a white blouse. Tanya Gallus wore a black jacket with a white top. Nick Czernkovich wore a black jacket with black slacks with a white shirt and a pink tie.
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I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith. I learned about the graphic novel, safe driving tips on the road in the winter, a love-hate relationship with a car when going green, ordering wine at restaurants, and what we need in our essential tool kit, followed by where’s Geeta? My love Anna showed me time bridging her river of love.
Time Bridges Her River of Love 2:00 pm
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And I have no blasting anger or feelings of self-destruction in my heart for my for my soulmate Anna Dirksen. Her black potency fights deadly crushing evil with her superior sense of destiny. My Yin warrior of love destroys all devastating sense of doom from my heart. Anna’s love light demolishes the influence of malignant misfortune from my will. Gone are the days of weeping from nagging wounds. Gone are the awful tricksters and red vampires. Gone are burglar’s fists into walls. Gone is overwhelming despair from the embarrassing rubble of divorce.
Time Bridges Her River of Love 3:15 pm
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With my soulmate in love, gone are the skeletons, sharks and shattered shards of mirrors. Gone are the windows broken by the fools with their garbage of betrayal. Gone are the evil figures exploding from earthquakes. Gone are the bricks scattered by lethal bombs. Gone are the zombies of utter destruction pounding the pavement. My heartthrob digs in to destroy them. My heartthrob smashes them all. I love Anna Dirksen.
Time Bridges Her River of Love 4:12 pm
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Meanwhile, Frasier is not a morning person and is grumpy with Daphne and Martin. The topic of the day for his radio show is Intrusion after a miserable morning with them. He returns home for a moment of reading a book but Martin and Daphne ruin it. Frasier blasts that he’s not had a moment of peace all week. Martin calls him fussy. Frasier shouts and leaves. At the café, Niles tells his brother to give things a chance. Frasier’s afraid that Martin living with him will harm their relationship. Back at home Frasier apologizes for the blowup. He wants to have a 3-minute conversation with his father but Martin want to watch his favorite show. Frasier reveals his bout with depression verging on the suicidal as the 3-minute timer ticks on. Martin adds that he had something in his eye leading him to find that his eyelid can peel back. Frasier blasts him for that but Martin tells his son that getting along takes a couple of years and not just days, while Homer joins the Movementarians –an underground cult with a perfect spiritual leader. The kids are brainwashed but Marge remains untouched. The leader promises his followers a happy trip to a planet called Blisstonia by spaceship. Marge solicits the reverend to get her husband out of the cult’s grip. The kids are deprogrammed with floating bikes. Homer is tempted with beer. The leader escapes by way of his fake spaceship with the money he’s collected from cult members. Everyone sees the craft falling apart and it crashes. In their disillusion they regain their former headspace. The family returns home to be mesmerized by Fox TV, while it is Lindsay and Tobias’s 14th wedding anniversary with a Valentines’ Day theme. But Michael is in love with Gob’s girlfriend. Marta realizes she wants to be with him too. Gob thinks Marta’s cheating. Michael follows her to find out. Lindsay wants a divorce. Buster leaves his mother for Lucille who has fallen for a black actor. George Sr. promotes his inspirational prison wisdom video while Michael has dinner with Marta. She realizes everything’s wrong. Michael discovers that Marta wasn’t cheating and the gift she bought was for him. Michael realized that he made a big mistake.
Time Bridges Her River of Love 6:36 pm
Time Bridges Her River of Love 7:36 pm
The Palais with Lights 8:02 pm
Dome 11:41 pm
On the CBC News at Six, Michel Godbout wore a grey-tan jacket with a white shirt and a black patterned tie. The first story was about chronic waiting for healthcare. 7 days ago an 85-year-old man named Joseph Puffer slipped on the ice and broke his hip. Surgery was scheduled at the Montreal General, but today he is still waiting for it. Now with bedsores and in great pain, his surgery is scheduled for tomorrow. But Joseph Puffer heard that too many times and his family waits. The director of professional services explains it’s because there’s an overload of orthopedic surgery cases from other hospitals. As reported by Gerri Barrer, wearing a white sweater and a light blue necklace. An email from a viewer alerted the CBC News at Six to this story. Michel encouraged viewers to send in more story ideas. And then to a 7-year-old girl in Chomedy that handled and was pricked by a syringe she found in the bushes. She hid it in her mittens while on the school bus on her way to school and she pricked her finger twice. She was tested for Hepatitis B and C and HIV/AIDS at the hospital. Preliminary tests are negative. Doctors are optimistic that the risk of infection is almost zero, but warnings should be issued to children that they should not play with these things, as reported by Andrew Chang, wearing a black jacket with a blue shirt and grey tie. And a quick weather picture with Geeta Nadkarni wearing a red coat with red gloves and a white scarf with roses. And then to the Beliveau Tribute Tonight, a tribute that covers 3 periods of the famed hockey player’s life, as reported by Anna Asimakopulos, live at the Bell Center.
Marianna Simeone wearing an orange scarf with a grey coat previewed feedback she received on giving up plastic grocery bags. And then to thousands of students across Quebec protesting today against Jean Charest’s removal of the tuition freeze. Some students were demanding completely free tuition, as reported by Peter Johnson, and then to the quick break. Upon returning, the first day for Simon-Pierre Diamond, age 22, the youngest ADQ MNA to sit in the National Assembly and 6 exams away from his law degree. Also, a leadership question for the PQ and the future of André Boisclair. Jean Charest wants to have the Assembly sitting together by mid May, as reported by Amanda Pfeffer wearing a wide pink knit scarf and a black coat. And then to Sentence For Teen Assault, Fake Bags and Belts and Heating Oil Scam, where 10% was held back but was billed to clients. Followed by Your Money with Tanya Gallus, wearing a black jacket with a white top. BCE denies a foreign takeover bid. TGX customer’s credit card data for Winners was accessed by computer hackers 2 months ago and tourism in Canada is up thanks to Canadians vacationing in Canada. Followed by the day’s numbers and the World Aquatic Championships in Melbourne Australia with Brent Hayden from Canada winning gold, as reported by Karen Larsen and then to the quick break. Upon returning, Montreal’s top stories: Long Wait For Surgery, Pricked By A Needle and Student Protest.
And then the weather with Geeta Nadkarni and the warm weather but “the honeymoon ends Saturday night.” And then beekeepers checking their hives find entire bee populations decimated, with 90% losses. Beekeepers are stumped by Colony Collapse Disorder and Ottawa Cuts Seal Quotas, followed by the next break. Upon returning, corruption inside the RCMP with allegations of fraud, nepotism and the misappropriation of funds from the pension and insurance plans, “a crisis in confidence” as reported by Julie Van Dusen, wearing a black coat and a dark blue scarf. It was a bloody day in Iraq with Deadly Bomb Attacks, 2 suicide bombers killing 60 people in the market. An Afghanistan doctor and 5 health workers were kidnapped on their way to refugee camps by the Taliban who are now demanding the release of prisoners for their freedom, as reported by Chris Brown, wearing a grey short-sleeved shirt. Marianna Simeone wearing a grey jacket read viewer responses about banning plastic grocery bags. Every viewer that wrote in agreeded it’s a good idea. Marianna is still looking for a family willing to give up plastic grocery bags for 1 week. And then to the next break. Upon returning You Be The Critic with Carolyn Donegan who reviewed last night’s Christine Aguilera show at the Bell Center. She said that it was outstanding with the new jazz style and 10 costume changes with a video montage in between. The song selection, costumes and set were well put together. “One of the best shows I’ve seen” Geeta gave the last weather update, wearing a black jacket with a dark brown top. Michel signed off for the evening.
And I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming, and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of absence, anger, annihilation, awfulness, blasting, breaking, the catabolic, cleaning, cracking, crashing, crushing, the deadly, the decomposing, the demolishing, despair, destiny, devastation, dismantling, disposing, doom, embarrassment, eradication, explosions, extinguishing, fate, fighting, grieving, incinerating, the indiscriminate, inevitability, judging, killing, the lethal, the malignant, misfortune, operating, overturning, the overwhelming, pounding, power, pulling apart, pulverizing, ruining, self-destruction, senselessness, smashing, superiority, the terrible, war, will and wrecking.
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Relating
I love Anna Dirksen.
Her Spirit of Love Water Heals Me With Green, She is My Dream Soulmate
My Green Healer
When I got to Starbucks this morning, after car insurance, prescription drugs and card gambling, interwoven with my beloved’s love numbers, there were 17 people in the room, with 7 women and 10 men. There was 1 conversation in progress. There were no signs of pink but there was red. A man in a bold red dress shirt left when I arrived. A man wore a red sweater, a woman wore a red top, and I wore my red T-shirt with blue jeans and a blue shirt. Today I felt so watery.
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A woman arrived wearing a red coat with an orange black and red striped top. Perhaps her coat was dark pink? A redheaded woman sat by the fire with an Asian toddler boy in his stroller. Her coat was red and white. She stroked his black hair as she spoke on her cell phone. A clerk said, “It’s my last day here.” The sky was clear blue and as perfect as my love’s blue winter coat rich and vital. It seeped into me as I looked. The sun was shining with clear contrast. Shadows were precisely set. Detail was abundant.
Downtown Morning 7:01 am
Nine Windows 7:11 am
Over and Under 7:14 am
Bonsecours Dome 7:15 am
Yellow Glow 7:21 am
Her Love Mountain 7:22 am
Soulmates and Mountain 7:23 am
Sky Glow 7:24 am
Downtown Soulmates 7:25 am
As far as you looked there would ever be something with texture and surface, no matter how far into deep space. Trees in love stirred with firm wooden waves. Cars glinted and birds soared. I was in love with my soulmate. This morning Anna showed me downtown with the wide-open sky and with soulmates. Anna showed me the 9 windows and nearby the bridge. She showed me the Bonsecours Market and back to the yellow sky horizon and her love mountain with shadows. She showed me the sky glowing and soulmates downtown in the soft changing light.
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This morning on the CBC News, Heather Hiscox wore an orange jacket with a white top. Harry Forestell wore a black jacket with a white shirt that had black lines and a black tie. Neil Herland wore a black jacket with a white shirt and a red tie. Colleen Jones’s coat was orange. She wore a grey top and a grey cap that had an orange patch. Robert Lack wore a grey jacket with a white shirt and a brown patterned tie. Marivel Taruc wore a long-sleeved white top with a black vest and a silver necklace.
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I watched Living Montreal with Sue Smith. I learned about how to search the Net at the Atwater Computer Center, dressing up your pooch in style for every occasion, buying your first home for your family with Jean Freed, teaching your kids how to save money, and a teen’s first search for employment, followed by where’s Geeta? My love Anna showed me downtown with soulmates. And I love her beyond every border.Â
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Anna is my medicine woman of lunar love. Her water therapy provides my soul relief. She is my courageous Yin leader, my reliable heroine of dreamwork. Anna’s values preserve my Yang strength. Her love comforts me with her red remedy. I love her spirit, her Yin treasure of teaching. I love her sweet breath of life. With Anna in my heart, I improve my homeopathy. She gathers dynamic moon energy for achieving bodywork of wholeness. In the realm of my beating heart, I receive her dream ladders and soul anch