My Sword Fighting Loves Her Red Boxers

Snow was blowing in gusts. It was white everywhere. I could not see her mountain of love. Tiny snowflakes instantly coated my love diary page with a fine grain. Quite a bit of snow fell already. A mass of gravel was covered. Fresh white dunes had grown. Traffic hissed loud on the wet road. Snow blew into my face and eyes. Birds chirped all around me. There wasn’t a sign of the crows. The entire sky was nearly white. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Lake of ice had all but disappeared. Black ice was only specks, White slopes were taking over. Trees remained still between gusts of wind. Snowflakes were frantically moving. There was no sense of horizon. Orb of sun left hardly a trace. The grey sky glowed. It wasn’t too cold at all. Strain was melting down with vibrations from careful attention. Cold snowflakes tickled my face. The birds were presently silent. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Only the hollow roar of a jet plane above and the whoosh of the traffic below. Snow crackled when it landed on my hat and coat. Steam billowed from vents and chimneys. A crow flapped quickly through the air, speedily in silent prayer. Orb of sun revealed more of itself -the slightest of circular space. Her mountain of love was nearly invisible. The crow returned with a small twig clasped firmly in her beak. Orb of sun glowed brighter as snow covered my love diary page. I’m in love with my heartthrob Anna on this 31st December, New Year’s Eve 2007.

It was a relaxing few days with my son. I resolve to do more outings with Tristan next year. Today we watched Hide and Seek with Robert De Niro. Tristan played while I made lunch and dinner. He had a headache and I gave him a head massage. I’m in love with Anna in this. My sword fighting loves her red boxers. My scars love her surgery. My rats love her bite. My mishap loves her malfunction. My wrecking crane loves her renovating. My vulnerability loves her domination. My red loves her surgery. My bandage loves her tearing off. My shadow function loves her sarcasm. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: he that keepeth thee will not slumber.” Psalm 121:3. “But whoso hearkeneth unto me shall dwell safely, and shall be quiet from fear of evil.” Proverbs 1:33. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile a famous author destroys his latest manuscript when he finds it is deficient after hearing Niles’ and Frasier’s criticism. Homer gets Marge very angry and she punishes him kicking him out, when he makes her feel vulnerable by revealing private details of his married life for his course on marital bliss. His marriage is in a crisis. Lindsay is worried about her age. She learns that she was adopted and will be turning 40 next week. Now she wants to marry her brother Michael while her daughter Maebe and his son George Michael have anxiety from kissing as cousins. After Michael’s speech on the ship was made in tears, Lucille thinks making him CEO of the company was a terrible mistake. On CBC News at Six, Nancy Wood wore a grey jacket with a gold top. Happy New Year! 40% of Canadians will spend New Year’s Eve at home. Stephanie Tremblay in a black coat with pink scarf reported on the parties in town. Be careful about impaired driving. A Big Reason to Celebrate. Tonight kicks off Quebec City’s 400th anniversary. 15,000 people are expected to join the festivities tonight. Geeta Nadkarni with the weather in a grey jacket with red top. Current temperature of -4 felt like -8. Tonight -7 will feel like -11 Snowbank Buyers with $7,000 raised. Church and steeple are hoping to be saved. More scenes of violence in Our World. Nancy Wood signed off for the evening. I took Tristan back to his mother, wishing I had him longer. Happy New Year.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of abandon, aging, anger, annoying, awful, blasting, cracking, crashing, crisis, dangerous, defective, deficient, disabling, dominating, exhausting, falling, fighting, gashing, harming, hitting, impairing, incapacitating, injurious, irritating, maiming, malfunction, malicious, malignant, misfortune, mishap, offending, plundering, pounding, pulling apart, punishment, quarrel, ravaging, renovating, shocking, splitting, stealing, stinging, unfortunate, victimizing, violence, vulnerability, war and wrecking.

Date Posted: Monday, December 31st, 2007
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My Real Earth Loves Her Safe Hold

Large patches of gravel were dry. Snow was pock-marked with large pores. The lake of ice glistened and shined. A roar rumbled from the north, as traffic made its way on the dark road. Shadows were long and slanted at 10 o’clock. It was 11:24. Her mountain of love was well lit, a green steeple in front of it. Beside it was the green domed Oratory. Beyond it was the yellow university tower. Her mountain of love revealed signs of life, and details on the snow covered buildings. Patches of gravel were damp, while other parts were under ice. White frost with black tar and grey gravel. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The large ice lake was slick and transparent. It was crinkled as plastic wrap, with murmuring pools and gigantic bubbles. The gravel was clear underneath. Wet gravel was dark and oily. A crow cawed at 11:29. 2 pigeons soared as a couple. I realigned myself to a more waking state. The rumble roared slightly then calmed down. Lovebirds were all around. Dead leaves on one tree quivered. There was a moment of stillness and silence. I listened to it before more traffic came. I preferred the silence without traffic sound. I wanted to hear nothing but the silence and the nature around me. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Each tiny sound unfolded as a series of happenings that pierced the air. None of them were intrusive. They made the soundtrack of the moment. A crow cawed 8 times. She paused and then cawed 8 more times. The sunlight shone through the crushed filter of clouds. Blue skies up above were peeking through. 3 lovebirds spurted together with intimate whistling. Cars crackled on the wet road. I was in love with my heartthrob Anna. A crow flapped near her mountain of love. Black tar was enhanced by its wetness. Minute movements of ice as it melted. Its cohesion waws falling apart in the warm temperature. I melted for her hot spot. I melted for her in my heart. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Stillness was filled with process. Blue skies expanded over her mountain of love. Long fuzzy streaks of white cloud moved spread across the larage creamy daubs. Mixture of grey was blending. Orb of sun beamed with its twilight. Yesterday Tristan and I watched Invasion of the Body Snatchers with Donald Sutherland and enjoyed it. Today we watched Die Hard 3 and we didn’t enjoy it. Tristan has decided to stay another night. I’m in love with Anna in this. My sports love her boxing. My cage loves her zoo. My insects love her dirt. My earth loves her dark weather. My monster loves her chasm. My clothes love her black. My police love her safe. My adverse loves her counter-balance. My frustrating loves her control. My fate loves her real. My defending loves her secure. My difficult loves her command. My fighting loves her power. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “My help cometh from the Lord, which made heaven and earth.” -Psalm 121:2. I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Sunday, December 30th, 2007
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My Fire Vampire Loves Her Black Shark

A crack in the cloud revealed a wide shaft of sunlight flowing down. It beamed on her mountain of love. There was a very long aura, like northern lights behind it. A crow flapped crazily as she cawed. The sky was dark with a thick blanket of ribbed texture. It was high, flat and solid and grey. Orb of sun was nowhere to be seen. A plane moved slowly through the inky sky. Winds gusted but the force was not very strong. Trees moved without self-will. Dramatic gestures waved gingerly. I enjoyed the current of the fresh wind. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Lovebirds chirped from out of nowhere. I could not see them at all. Snow looked like layers of skin made from speckles and flakes. Gravel protruded in a damp crumbled state. The sky was yellow in distance. Aching for her and finding relief and relaxation for my soulmate. A crow cawed from somewhere far away. Crystalline snow granuels were sloppy and wet when I stepped on it. A crow cawed too distant to count. A long orange band stretched for miles and miles on the western horizon. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Grey clouds became darker still. A small lake of ice water rippled in the wind. Large patches of white bubble looked like coral reefs from space. Clusters looked like fleecy clouds. A tiny lovebird chirped for her soulmate as the traffic rumbled below, making long hisses on the wet road. Trees reached to touch the horizon line that glowed. Remnants from force of will became fluid exploration within, or unraveling, traveling and blending. With her, my heart sparks for true love and in the beaming of her presence I would embrace so tenderly. And our hearts would collide in the greatest of blessings. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My skeleton loves her warrior. My shark loves her vampire. My fool loves her black trickster. My skull loves her red worm. My building collapsing loves her fist into the wall. My earthquake loves her tidal wave. My doom loves her crocodile. My judging loves her will. My fate loves her catabolic. My destiny loves her operating. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “And every one that hath forsaken houses, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands, for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall inherit everlasting life.” Matthew 19:29. “He giveth power to the faint; and to them that have no might he increaseth strength.” Isaiah 40:29. I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Saturday, December 29th, 2007
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My Green Healer Loves Her Moon Energy

There was fresh snow overnight. Traces of it were still falling. A crow cawed 5 times, thrice. Trees showed their white shadows. A crow cawed 5 times again, flapping past the building. There were 6 crows in the shimmering tree, with 2 perched in the one beside it. A 9th crow arrived to meet her team. And then 7 dispersed amid cawing. They flew crazily above ther rooftops of houses, remaining close to the trees. 3 crows flapped by beside me in silence, while more followed in the same direction. I’m in love with Anna in this.

There were more crows in the trees surrounding the houses. 2 crows were watching while 2 crows arrived. There was a crow from somewhere else that responded with a caw to the noise. Crows continued swooping around, making a racket. It was cool and yet comfortable on the roof. A fresh blanket of snow covered almost everything. Gravel was laced with a thin layer of delicate flakes. Patches of ice were rough and bubbled. 3 crows landed in the shimmering tree and 1 went further west. 2 crows went to fetch her. The 2 on the tree followed along. A crow cawed 4 times from an apartment building chimney. I’m in love with Anna in this.

3 blackbirds sped through the sky. Orb of sun was completely concealed. Overcast coated the city with its dome of immovable layers. A gentle breeze blew. It wasn’t strong. I wanted her in my heart now more than ever. She was my soulmate with long black shiny hair. She is my hearttrob. My house completed loves her baby. A crow cawed continuously as she made her way eastward. Her mountain of love was ruddy. Evergreens were as long dark manes of wavy hair at attention. The whiteness of houses showed roofs. The crows were gone, and it was silent except for the hiss of car tires on the dark and slushy road. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The sky was free from any aircraft through the endless dark cloudy dome. The cloud mass was slightly ribbed. Aeronautic thunder rumbled for an instant. Trees swayed with minute movements. I was feeling clear in myself. Confident and more relaxed. Healing went to the regions that were in any shadow of doubt. The marshlands were overgrown. The lake surface had become dense with a shaggy texture -like effervescent bubbles frozen in time. It was dark grey, thick as gelatin. There were regions that were slick. The low rolling rumbled softly as a great ocean wave. I’m in love with Anna in this.

<Crusty curves were softer now, following the fresh snowfall that came. Trees were still and houses were sleeping. Grey branches of trees were streaked with white shadows. I adore her. I need her more in my life. The rigid was finding softness. It was dissolving without fear. Mind and body were embedded with the will. In the careful unfolding of segmented contraptions, my integration came with precision for her love. In the body alignment there was energy coming for resting things in their right places. 4 tiny lovebirds fluttered and chirped. My fingertips were calling for help. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My survivor loves her ambulance. My body work loves her therapy. My baptism loves her Christ. My dreamwork loves her flying saucers. My spiritual figures love her falling water. My eating loves her drinking. My ecology loves her green Yin. My emergency loves her fire engine. My conservation loves her water. My detective loves her operation. My doctor loves her medicine. My nurse loves her first-aid. My spirit loves her breath of life. My stubborn loves her risk-taking. My work loves her heart’s values. My healer loves her moon energy. My leader loves her black potent dynamic. My hero loves her Yin courage. My achiever loves her irrefutable dreams. My correction loves her concern. My finding loves her sweet favour. My delivery loves her baby nursing. My protecting loves her secure. My treasuring loves her teaching. My wisdom loves her spiritual. My source loves her solution. My choice loves her satisfied. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Frasier has a recurring erotic dream about waking up in bed, with his radio colleague Gil Chesterton in the shower running water. Mayor Quimby’s nephew beat a waiter half to death. Bart knows that he is innocent. The waiter wrapped in bandages falls into the rat traps. Michael is convinced he has an older sister. He meets a prostitute. Maebe discovers that her mock wedding was real. Buster has fallen for his day nurse. George Michael bought Maebe a wedding ring tone. Tobias is attracted to a girl named Michael. On CBC News at Six, Amanda Pfeffer wore a black jacket with grey pinstripes and a green top. Mourning Benazir Bhutto in Montreal and Pakistan. The government revealed video footage of the last moments of her life. As reported by David Common. A special Friday prayer will be held for Bhutto and those killed with her in the attack, at the Pakistan Community Center in Montreal tomorrow. As reported by Gerri Barrer in a red-orange winter parka. Snowbank for Sale: A 7 foot high pile of snow was sold on Ebay for $3,500. The money will go to charity. As reported by Andrew Chang in a black jacket, dark blue shirt and black tie. Recycling lots and lots of garbage with Stephanie Tremblay in a black coat with white scarf. Snow and the rain and soulmate followed by church and steeple and the yellow triangle bridge. One of the top weather stories of 2007 was the vanishing north polar cap. Filmmaker Jean Lemire was alarmed by rapid changes he saw on the south pole while he shot his film Le Dernier Continent. Xmas Gift Returns: 19% of gift cards are not redeemed. As reported by Jessica Brown. Police in Nova Scotia suspect foul play in the death of 72 year old native activist Nora Bernard. She won a class-action suit for 75,000 survivors of abuse in children’s residential schools. The weather with Geeta Nadkarni in a black dress with black red and white blouse. Some people suffer from weather phobias. 0 today felt like -3. Tonight -3 will feel like -7. Flurries start at midnight with an accumulation of 10 cm . Jelena Adzic for The Scene in a brown and white blouse with brown dress for the top 5 movies of the year. #5 Eastern Promises. #4 Away From Her. #3 Atonement. #2 No Country For Old Men. #1. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Amanda Pfeffer signed off for the evening.

This is Frank Remus in Montreal for this Krimson News diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News at Six re-reportage of act, assemble, assist, buy, choice, collecting, comfort, concern, correction, delivering, favour, find, freeing, gather, harding, improve, intervention, make up, nursing, possibility, potential, protecting, provide, ransom, reclaim, recover, release, relief, salvaging, satisfy, secure, solution, source, spiritual, stockpile, store, storing, teaching, treasuring, wait on and wisdom.

Date Posted: Friday, December 28th, 2007
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My Marriage Ceremony Loves Her Dress

Birds chirped amid the roar of traffic. 2 crows flapped -one with a husky caw. A dog barked in the distance. In the trees, more cawing, as 4 pigeons flew overhead as a team. 3 more came behind them. A crow cawed non-stop, sounding like a duck. The overcast sky was dense like fog. It was luminous and grey as gravel. The sun shone in the west through the soft filter and cloudy glow, revealing texture of cloud around the circumference of the blurry orb. It was bright, but not too hard to look at. A far distant airplane sped through the sky, climbing and careening. Her mountain of love was dark and immovable. White houses were resting on it. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A large squadron of pigeons dived and turned. They sped in circles, around and around over and over, above the EMSB with its columns. There were no clear shadows or seeing with fine detail. It was murky and 2-dimensional. Flat like a photograph with no depth of field. Trees were nearly still. A breeze blew, but it was rather mild. It wasn’t too cold. The ice lake was half frozen with stick patterns. The lake was transparent and reflective. A crow came low. Another crow cawed. Lovebirds in the trees were doing remarkable feats with their tiny wings. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A blackbird landed in the large tree still with leaves. She made a whistle for her soulmate. She disappeared and a crow cawed 4 times. I had to spread open wide inside to find the nether regions, to go beyond the wire. I was inwardly relaxing as I concentrated on my love writing, with awareness that the pain was dissolving, to become more a part of me, and less apart from me. I love Anna in this. I love her in my inner country. And so, I let the dam break for a flood, to rupture unneccessary bounds -so I could have more energy and fun for my son and my love and to get things done. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A black and white winged bird with a white chubby belly was quietly visiting a tree. She made a crazy jiggly laugh at the highest pitch, to call her soulmate. She was peeking around the large branches. She quickly flew to check out the other tree. More birds appeared to land on the branches. They were the same kind. 4 pigeons flew by. One of them was a youngster and smaller. The black and white birds visiting were climbing about, as though this was their first exploration of these trees -and they liked them. I liked these birds very much and I hoped that they would stay. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The ice sheet was receeding. The coastline was translucent and bubbled. The black and white birds made interesting sounds and striking half-whistles that cascade up and down. The sky was grey glowing. It was an impervious dome of near-featureless haze that rested as firmly as a plug. There was a vague sense of spring almost. It was refreshing in the mild December air. Tristan and I watched Evan Almighty, and we will watch Broadway Danny Rose. I’m in love with Anna in this. My house completed loves her baby. My marriage ceremony loves her dress. My hammer loves her boat built. My writing loves her dreamwork.

My book loves her discussion. My traveling loves her bottle of wine. My bread loaf loves her meal. My buildings love her construction. My graduation ceremony loves her certificate. My fall harvest loves her green. My painter loves her photograph. My athlete loves her performance. My actor loves her actress. My healthy body loves her organic. My laws being signed loves her deadline. My gift loves her sun. My plans love her to make real. My inward loves her consummate. My experience loves her realness. My essence loves her complete. My authentic loves her natural. My fulfilling loves her ripeness. My swimming loves her pearls. My task loves her test. My achieving loves her plans. My realizing loves her autonomy. My potential loves her substantial. My commitments love her definate. My making loves her manifesting. My attaining loves her care. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid.” -John 14:27. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Bulldog steals Frasier’s blind date and then she breaks up with him on the phone. Bulldog’s broken up about it. Frasier tells him to take his one-night-stand like a man because Skinner reinlists in the army. He gets Ned Flanders fired to get his old job back. Superintendant Chalmers says that prayers have no place in public schools like facts have no place in religion. Michael has just received the witness list. Maebe agrees to be in a mock wedding cerremony with her cousin George Michael. Buster is in a fake coma and he tells Lindsay and Tobias to fake their marriage. Maebe leaves the fake wedding feeling it’s a little too real. Michael calls Franklin to the stand. The lawer asks “Why are there puppets like Frank?”

On the CBC News at Six, Amanda Pfeffer wore a brown jacket with blue collars. Benazier Bhutto Assassinated. Shock and Grief. Chery Rosebush in a black coat with green scarf spoke with Montreal’s Pakistani community. Adrienne Arsenault reported on Bhutto’s last image. Many of the wounded were left stunned in the street. George Bush said “Those who committed this crime must be brought to justice.” Stephen Harper said “This was an abhorrent act of terror.” Wild Weather with the top 10 weather newsbreakers of 2007 by Environment Canada. Montreal’s winter storm was number 3. As reported by Peter Johnson in a black coat, red scarf and black tie with white shirt. Costs for the major winter storm cleanup 10 days after the snorm is expected to reach $20 million. A gas shortage at 12 Esso stations in Montreal. As reported by Stephanie Tremblay in a black coat with pink scarf. Grisly slaughter of dozens of animals for coyote skins. Geeta Nadkarni in a grey jacket with green top said the first week of winter is getting milder with 5 to 10 cm of snow. A mix of sun and cloud for tomorrow and a high of 1 degree. Amanda Pfeffer signed off for the evening.

I’m Frank Remus in Montreal for this diary-blog of loving and dreaming and brief CBC News re-reportage of accomplish, attain, authentic, autonomy, awarding, breakthrough, building, caring carrying out, commitments, complete, consummate, definate, determining, earn, essence, executing, experience, finishing, fulfill, harvest, inward, making, manifesting, natural, perform, plans, possibility, potential, realizing, ripeness, satisfy, substantial, tangible and to make real.

Date Posted: Thursday, December 27th, 2007
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Her Black Heroes Love My Red Fight

A low aeronautic sound from the north. A crowd of birds were chirping with joy. The birds suddenly stopped. A crow flew overhead. Another crow came cawing from behind, as if to say “Wait for me!” They went over the shimmering tree. A third crow followed after. I could see one crow after another, coming from the west. A 4th, 5th and 6th crow were coming. A 7th crow followed after that. They flew in single file, with equal distance between them. They took a straight path A crow came back repeating 2 short bursts of caw. The air was cool and damp. There were no shadows. All was overcast. The clouds were somewhat oppressive. Trees huddled under it. They were very still. I shivered a little. It wasn’t that cold, but it was damp. Dark was her mountain of love. Dark was the sky above. In this with Anna I am in love.

The crystal ice coast was remote, breaking down in segments as it melted. Snow looked old and frayed. Canyon ridges were exaggerated. A puppy yelped, pleading for attention. Lovebirds were among the trees, peeping momentarily, as traffic lumbered in the distance. Trees revealed their network of branches with elegant poise. A crow was yelping somewhere. There were no more in the sky. A dog barked once or twice. 9 pigeons went off together. One changed her mind and turned back. A pigeon soon returned to fetch her friend, to see what was the matter. It was rather gloomy, dark and dreary. Black tar on the grey gravel in the white snow. She was in my heart. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Snow had receeded a great deal. More damp gravel was showing. The lake had became a marsh. Tristan called early to come over. We went downtown to pick up his gift. He is tall and in great form. Far too many people in stores and I struggled in the crowd with my patience. We watched The Beatles Help. I’m in love with Anna in this. My heroes loves her black potency. My red loves her Yin martial arts. My wrestlers love her sports. My lightning loves her storms. My rams butting heads loves her snakes. My volcano erupting loves her fire. My fighting loves her submarine. My risking loves her testing. My striving loves her match. My stress loves her strategy. My frustration loves her mastering. My encounter loves her blending. My battle loves her politics. I love her black lunar bible verse I keep in my Egyptian box “For the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.” -Isaiah 60:20. I love Anna Dirksen.

Meanwhile, Daphne’s fiancee from 5 years before returns to marry her. His feelings haven’t changed. She struggles with wanting to see him. She couldn’t see a future with him. She doesn’t want to send romantic signals. She lies and tells Clive she is married to Niles and Homer tries to write his own Christmas carol. He writes a song about Ned Flanders. David Byrne likes his song. He wants to sing it with him and produce it. The song becomes famous. William Shatner’s version is on the radio. The family gets sick of hearing the song. They leave town for the Lazy Eye Ranch. Lisa meets a 13-year-old boy with No Hunting and Free Tibet signs. Homer and Bart break the beaver dam for the First Nations tribe to restore their village and way of life. Lisa’s first crush made her do terrible things and then breaks her heart and so the Bluths needs a new lawyer on a $100,000 retainer. No CBC News at Six tonight. There was a CBC Christmas music special instead.

Date Posted: Wednesday, December 26th, 2007
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My Christmas Flower Loves Her White

A breeze blew in my ear. Birds chirped. Pigeons were careening. Gravel was dry for a large expanse. Its granuals were neatly packed. The sky was blue with a faint white wash of cloud, like daubs of paint. Buildings were quiet and still. Cars passed by with moderation, as trees swayed with the wind. It was always clear and true. I didn’t always see it that way, working through grief, and the like. A crow cawed and she swooped over the rooftops, while other crows cawed like tiny dogs. Two crows came in from the west, soaring. One was further in the distance. Another was to my direct right. Suddenly they were gone. I could hear distant crow barks and a siren wailed after that. Blue skies were high and pale. A huge white ghostly Brillo pad hovered above me. Painterly streakes went for long stretches. Silence brought me a moment with energy. The Orb of sun lit my face well, making shadows and detail on the snow. I was looking at an immense beach, with glistening water -more like a lagoon. Dark and shiny water burbled with the wind. It was shimmering and glistening. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A dog barked at the long foggy roar from the north. Pages of my love diary flapped. It was breezy. The sunshine was warm. It was a beautiful Christmas morning. A late start, I groaned when I got up. I let the pessimism disperse. Blue sky came clear with long artistic buffs from a wide brush. A crow cawed 4 times as she passed. I was looking for frogs in the ice lake when a crow cawed 5 with a laugh. Another crow cawed 5 in response, then added 8 more, as she flapped with her big black wings. A silent crow followed behind. Snow texture looked like fossil sea coral flattened for imprint. A rumble came from the north. The dog barked again, like an oboe. The large conch shell slowly swirled while sparrows flew. I gave myself wide berth to be reborn for my son and my heartthrob. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Black tar was pressed by the outlines of her long shiny black hair. The tree still with leaves rustled with an ever-renewing sound. There was no end to the leaf variations. Above me, two clouds looked as brains. One was more like a frosty jellyfish with wispy feathers. The other was more like a cauliflour than a pine cone. It also had long wispy trails that extended like vibrating feathers. There were such fine and delicate hair-like strands on the back of a flea or a shrip. The biggest and largest cloud feather that rivaled a white peacock then appeared. Distant clouds streaked like long strands of white angel hair. Trees echoed the sky wisps with long strands of naked spears, more like finely-tuned veins, extending and reaching for the clouds. Her mountain of love curved elegantly, with evergreen clusters. A pigeon flapped with the breeze. It was warm and relaxing in the sun. I could not ask for anything better, this Christmas -for life and renewal and rebirth -the positive things of this Earth. I’m in love with Anna in this.

The ice sheet was gently sealed. It sparkled in the sunlight. It murmured with the wind. Cars hissed and roared, groaning as they turned. Snow-capped houses were asleep. Suddenly there was a long ridge of cloud that stretched for miles and miles, looking so much like hair and feathers. It was the longest eyelash in the world. Or else, it was the biggest eyebrow. It was the only thing that made any sense. It made me fall in love with Anna -her beautiful eyebrows and eyes. She makes me melt deeper and faster than the sunlight itself. In an instant, I am overcome for my beloved. She is my utmost cure. She influences my heartbeat for good. I want her so close, I want her so near. I love that lithe dark soulmate woman. She is my soulmate, Anna. My adoration loves her kissing. My sunrise loves her baby. My heaven loves her newborn. My touch loves her love making. My sun loves her children.

My sunrise loves her temples. My classical music loves her song. My white clothes loves her costuming. My sexual climax loves her electrical charge. My money loves her ethics. My white loves her Christmas flower. My gathering loves her gourmet food. My happiness loves her hug. My attractiveness loves her authentic. My willingness loves her goal. My healing loves her climax. My true loves her beauty. My joy loves her glory. My avowing loves her destiny. My affirming loves her agreed. My cheerful loves her optimistic. My constructive loves her productive. My caressing loves her health. My celebrating loves her reward. I love her black lunar bible verse in my Egyptian box “I will go before thee, and make the crooked places straight.” -Isaiah 45:2. I love Anna Dirksen.

Date Posted: Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
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