GAME

There is a trinity in the room- not like any you have ever known. 

Two next to one is a grand three. 

This is how numbers come to mean.

I have something to say- we always have something worth telling. 

Shhh, words are betrayers.  Actions make a better language, and if you try to speak, I will leave you.

We are always where we are.

I am getting dressed without knowing where I am going.  Should I dress to be destroyed?  Sexed?  Stabbed, muddied, fingered, smelled, do I dress for work, play pretty, play rough?  Am I about to be taken to the ground, tied up, buried?  Am I about to be embraced, whispered, tangled, made gentle?  Will I cry, laugh, punch, feel euphoric?

You can do anything to me, at any time, we create doorways- action is always up to us, instructions are just an excuse, we all need them to act right or act at all.  But I don’t know what will- so I ready myself as priestess and sacrifice.  I clean and cover every inch of me in scent.  I soften, and make my body ready to dislodge other bodies.

Heading to Nothing Space to go outside of life as I live it- ‘This is like Santa’ I think, as expectation resurrects from adulthoods controlled passivity, mystery as phoenix, anticipation, my adrenaline is pumping.  I am running to the door to escape the cold without a jacket, I am running because I can only run and have trouble falling asleep, to do is to be an action.   

The earths skyview is drawn wrong at the Central Station but I can’t tell why because the right and the left of the story is told among anxiety, where the earth spins and it all comes into sight, interior constellations drawn on the mind not matching the pattern of the outside world, night makes vision so, this night, is the time that erases looking into seeing. 

There are three bold and shy players in one room.  No one is in charge, then one is in charge.  

INSTRUCTION

Say beyond saying.

Show rather than tell.

Convey beyond the intentional showing.

What you are projecting vs. what is read. 

We are brave when we don’t feel bravery and have to make it.

The thing you really want to say is only born in electric silence. 

The location spoken in this room is one of the best experiences of your life.  Can you bring yourself to speak yourself, and will someone be there to listen right?

The best location is in you, and born between, in eternity, where time appears irrelevant.

Some play best when they enact prescribed inscriptions, when spontaneity liberates responsibility, when radical force is a gateway to wisdom.  Broken, let loose, by understanding each other.  Liberty, like a bell, is resonance, sharing.  Break free of traps, let go of something to survive better.  Freedom is what every great nation and pop song is written on, and so too are the brilliant hours. 

Honey on the lips can be felt better without the eyes.  What does it mean to have a blind lover, and why are they not regular in prostitution rings and porn?  To be felt, fuck, fuck, to be felt, or better yet known as a feeling. 

Inside a room and outside of a room are two very different spaces. 

The dirty truth can only be learned, no one can teach it, it comes from discovery, feeling an answer.  Slowly conclusions take away the writing of moments and the desperation of living, but real finality is a sensation, that’s the rub, the balm, the action without eyes. 

To fall backwards through void expectation is to awaken on the other side where things are finally understood. 

This is just one story- it is always just one story.  Authority is an illusion, power is action, action is responsibility toward experience- come on, make my day.