My Rat Anxiety Loves Her Parasite Crisis

It was pouring rain. There was no relent. It was a torrent. The gravel was sopping wet. The rain came down fast, bouncing off the ground with big splashes. With each penetrating drop, several pools were filling with widening circles that had no time to last before they were replaced with more circles and more penetrating raindrops. It was amazing to watch. Trees were so lush and green. Branches were restlessly waving. It wasn’t cold, actually. The wind did not interfere. Her mountain of love was under fog. Low clouds moved quickly as mist. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

A deep-voiced dog barked out her warning. Birds chirped in the rain undisturbed. It was 10:35 in the morning. I vaguely remembered my dreams. I had 2 unusually rare insects. I wanted to keep them as pets. For them much of the dream was with me keeping busy making sure they were safe, free from harm, free from loss, in a large cardboard box. I discovered they had super powers. They were intelligent. They were like large dragonflies the size of a rat. They were delicate.  One insect was able to make herself transparent and invisible. Anna’s presence was in my dream. I couldn’t see her, but I knew she was around. I wanted to see her.  I discovered she renovated the hallway wall with white tiles. I woke up wanting her in bed. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

Tristan’s wrist was looking better. Not swollen and more free to move.  He told me his favorite dreams are ones where he makes friends with his adversaries. He treats them kindly and gets them involved in a nice conversation, and then he gives them counselling. I told him I was proud of him. He chose The Sixth Sense to watch.  It was a good film.  I wanted to see Fellini’s Spirits of the Dead, especially the Toby Dammit segment with Terrence Stamp.  After that we watched Criss Angel’s warnings about scamming and his accurate prediction of a car race.  On the roof, pools rippled like wrinkling skin. The downpour had calmed down but the trees continued to sway. Some didn’t move at all. Just as I wrote this, the rain picked up again –larger drops with greater frequency and force. Drops managed to make an appearance on my love diary page as I wrote for my soulmate while I was under the elevator room stair Inky blue blotches of words looked very attractive. Vibrations gently expanded as scanned for inner-togetherness. Yellow light and I love her. I’m in love with Anna in this.

My malfunctioning wrecking crane loves her defective bulldozer. My bloody nose headache loves her rotting food allergies. My swordfighting loves her stabbing scars. My blinding anger loves her wailing quarrel. My throat infection loves her bite surgery. My rat anxiety loves her parasite crisis. My offending sarcasm loves her malicious criticism. My thief punishment loves her mugging court case. My shocking red boxers love her tearing off. I love her black lunar bible verse from my Egyptian box “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31. I love Anna Dirksen.

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