charms and patterns

"check off that list"
"checked off."
"hand me my gun."
"here is your weapon."
"my weapon is my mind."

---- fifteen times five bullets ----

is freedom for 75 psychosomatic human beings

bags in hand, moving to the moving van
her hand on the steering wheel. the cigarette dripping away.
the gasoline exhaust dissipating. "hit the turbo" he said.
"you look dead" she flicked the switch and rubber burned out
faster then a cop's eyes can see, his vision obscured by the bees knees thrown into his electric marshmallow soup for breakfast with children's cereal did milk always look frozen?
where was my carcinogen.

"notebooks filled out, blank like the buddha."
"the buddha would not have suggested white as a pure colour."
"of course, all information is false. all data is representative."
"all thoughts are theories, all data is an illusion."
"are you the boddhivista?"
"She is not alive. She is inside."

---- one pulled a trigger, one bullet is life and death in one instant, zeno's paradox falters for an infinitely true moment where grey coloured matter is the wet paint of san francisco's cultural city artifact, history of the needy ----

"was that liberating?"
"for him. it was the beginning of all old ends."
"are we falling down? or setting things right?"
"we are liberating. we are creating."

we are murderers.
murderers of every psychic thought imprinted by fear, mister delusion incarnate (MDI), miss indulgence floating (MIF), MDIMIF midimiff midmiff miss-the-middle-of-the-path untilyouunderstandothers which mirror will reflect yourself?
not unless you understand the mirror manufacturer and his hands do you understand the man in the reflection and the woman inside him.

she still left at 10 am every day.
he still felt wind in her left behind hair, streamlined over the coast if his bedsheets, inside the bag lied her nintendo amiright a device to tell you if you were right, or dead wrong.. all you had to do was program your favorite song. it would play backwards if you were wrongly dead. it had never played backwards. for her.

he refused to buy one.
charms were just aberations from the pattern.
pattern in the pattern -- but focus on one part of the noise and you failed to see all as it is.