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.

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