Secrets
The first time I had entered the Upside Down Love Forest was with Lily when I was nine years old. We went looking for Blueberries.
Were on a mission, She said, For special blueberries. Special?
Yes. She said. They have magical properties.
We walked for hours through he thick foliage. It was me following her, as it would be for our entire lives with the exception of one time. Lily walked as if she knew where she was going. Sometimes she would stop and look around as if she were looking for a clue of some sort and then finding it she would change directions.
Where are we? I asked.
The Upside Down Love Forest, silly. Dont you hear the screams? She asked.
No. What screams?
You have to stop trying so hard to exist.
We continued on through the green light until we came upon a wide deep gorge in the forest floor. Almost a valley. Here we stopped. She turned to me and smiled. There were jelly prints on the lenses of her glasses. I could tell she hadnt washed in a week. Her blonde hair was dirty and knotted. She looked homeless. She was. Having no parents, she didnt have to wash. There was no one to make her. She was beautiful and the world was her home. I was envious. This is it. She said. This way. We descended into the gorge the bottom of which could not be seen. The green light became darker and darker till it seemed like The Bird had stopped feeding us its white air. The ravine floor was cold muck and moss water and slippery rock. We held on to each other for support where there were no vines to hold. Most of the vegetation was dead and at one point it began to rain. The mud was reddish and black. In the distance a multitudinous cacophony of far away screams could be heard. A bird high up screeched. Lily wrapped her arms around me and whispered something in my ear. Itsow. She said. zlieek rushing streams. The sounds ended with the rain and The Hanson arrived. The temperature dropped. Lets go. I said, and she moved on. I followed. The ascent up was much more difficult. When we got to the top, the slope began lessen gradually and again there was the beautiful green light. Several paces away the ground began to slope up again. This one was easier to climb because it was dry and the foliage. When we came to the top there was a clearing. It was a huge clearing of thick Blueberry bushes. Blue blue-black berries like night, green leaves and hot, yellow air surrounded by black fir trees.
Dont pick any yet. She said, and we walked to the center of the clearing holding hands. In the center there was a large gray-white stump of a tree that no longer existed. Its center was hollowed out. Around the stump there was a clearing of thick clumps of grass. We sat down facing each other. She then leaned over and kissed me.
Whyd you do that?
I dont know.
So this is it?
Shhhh. She looked around at the bushes and then reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of berries. Here. She said, But eat only one at a time.
Why?
They protect you from the bird blasts and the fellings and big people till the day you die.
And they did. I ate the blueberries just as she said. I then no longer had to crawl beneath the bed when the air would separate. A year later, Lily and I would get married by this tree. It would be just the two of us,a ham sandwich, and a jar of Tang. We kissed inside the hollow tree stump.
Only the mother could remember. "Essence du fluer." She said, "and two buttons." Cuff link buttons made out of blue pearl. The rest in the mind was unintelligible. Illegible. The mother here is reminded of her own childhood. But now, there is no mother. The mother is gone and once more the son is learning how to bleed. Not in, as again! But once more I tell you. Out back in the court yard. Cement court yard where the pigeons sometimes give him the power of flight... were no but where his warts and skein tunnel Tunisia, it is because the skein and its warts have turned into flutter. Ferns grow out of the stone wall that surrounds the court yard. (They remind the author of the Upside Down Love Forest.) The court yard runs from Amsterdam to Broadway. It is basically a back alley that was converted to a yard with each building fencing off its own property. As a child, The Uncle would smoke cigarettes out back. Hiding from The Mother and wondering at the cement and the barbed wire that tops it. Prison yard. The Son feels the same way. Here he would receive vibratory intimations of a beach in the future. I? No. A line of prisoners. Angels have always visited him in his dreams but they say nothing. He does not know what they want. They just come to look at him. Later on he would learn this. Learn what they came for. But not with out learning how to bleed first.
There were two fathers. One fathered, the other faltered. One disappeared early on in the era of Skein Pulp; the other died of prostate cancer after molesting The Sister with what is commonly referred to as the Terror Stick. The Terror Stick is made up of a nicotine colored gelatinous vision occurring in duplicate in the eras between Sleep and Door Jam Crack, when the air is very dense and cool. In these hours all but the victim turn in sleep to rhythmic eye patterns. The victim is rendered petrified, turning his or her body into a piece of wood inwhich the skein of the body ceases to breath and the lung quotient diminishes, the Vessel fills with a vegetative air form resembling moss but made up mostly of very high pitched vibrations and tears. These tears are eventually recycled and fall over the Upside Down Love forest where the screams of Russian love can be heard in drops along with vaginal blood from the Northern Annie, who returns when ever the episode is remembered. Such as now. May 19th, 2006. 5:17 pm and 27 seconds, (eastern standard time) into the age of... or rather, sub era of wack wire and stone. (The qualities of which are un recordable due to the lack of perspicuity.)
When I say that only the Mother could remember... When I sad in my eyes and my mouth fills with frogs, the strange poly trope sounds of all those dead flies that were deposited in my belly begin to buzz again I open my mouth but nothing omex. (This is one of the words that air uses when it speaks to you. It means: comes, or omexa: come, to come, etc.) I open my mouth, but nothing comes. The flies do not leave and I wonder, begin to wonder if I was all an illusion, except that the tears are real.
You see it is only the Mother that can remember the proper sequence. She remembers the fragrance that can heal you. Essence du Fluer. Apple under heat and the first food sources. Sometimes washed with milk or heavy light occurring in August. She had two buttons made of blue pearl that the son keeps hidden away. (Note: The russian screams are not always heard. but often they are and only in the Up side down Love forest and only by certain persons who are attainable to the such. i.e. The forest.)
The person in question will end up on a beach in the third month of winter when the old pilings are snow capped and the waters gray.
The first time I had entered the Upside Down Love Forest was with Lily when I was nine years old. We went looking for Blueberries.
Were on a mission, She said, For special blueberries. Special?
Yes. She said. They have magical properties.
We walked for hours through he thick foliage. It was me following her, as it would be for our entire lives with the exception of one time. Lily walked as if she knew where she was going. Sometimes she would stop and look around as if she were looking for a clue of some sort and then finding it she would change directions.
Where are we? I asked.
The Upside Down Love Forest, silly. Dont you hear the screams? She asked.
No. What screams?
You have to stop trying so hard to exist.
We continued on through the green light until we came upon a wide deep gorge in the forest floor. Almost a valley. Here we stopped. She turned to me and smiled. There were jelly prints on the lenses of her glasses. I could tell she hadnt washed in a week. Her blonde hair was dirty and knotted. She looked homeless. She was. Having no parents, she didnt have to wash. There was no one to make her. She was beautiful and the world was her home. I was envious. This is it. She said. This way. We descended into the gorge the bottom of which could not be seen. The green light became darker and darker till it seemed like The Bird had stopped feeding us its white air. The ravine floor was cold muck and moss water and slippery rock. We held on to each other for support where there were no vines to hold. Most of the vegetation was dead and at one point it began to rain. The mud was reddish and black. In the distance a multitudinous cacophony of far away screams could be heard. A bird high up screeched. Lily wrapped her arms around me and whispered something in my ear. Itsow. She said. zlieek rushing streams. The sounds ended with the rain and The Hanson arrived. The temperature dropped. Lets go. I said, and she moved on. I followed. The ascent up was much more difficult. When we got to the top, the slope began lessen gradually and again there was the beautiful green light. Several paces away the ground began to slope up again. This one was easier to climb because it was dry and the foliage. When we came to the top there was a clearing. It was a huge clearing of thick Blueberry bushes. Blue blue-black berries like night, green leaves and hot, yellow air surrounded by black fir trees.
Dont pick any yet. She said, and we walked to the center of the clearing holding hands. In the center there was a large gray-white stump of a tree that no longer existed. Its center was hollowed out. Around the stump there was a clearing of thick clumps of grass. We sat down facing each other. She then leaned over and kissed me.
Whyd you do that?
I dont know.
So this is it?
Shhhh. She looked around at the bushes and then reached into her pocket and pulled out a handful of berries. Here. She said, But eat only one at a time.
Why?
They protect you from the bird blasts and the fellings and big people till the day you die.
And they did. I ate the blueberries just as she said. I then no longer had to crawl beneath the bed when the air would separate. A year later, Lily and I would get married by this tree. It would be just the two of us,a ham sandwich, and a jar of Tang. We kissed inside the hollow tree stump.
Only the mother could remember. "Essence du fluer." She said, "and two buttons." Cuff link buttons made out of blue pearl. The rest in the mind was unintelligible. Illegible. The mother here is reminded of her own childhood. But now, there is no mother. The mother is gone and once more the son is learning how to bleed. Not in, as again! But once more I tell you. Out back in the court yard. Cement court yard where the pigeons sometimes give him the power of flight... were no but where his warts and skein tunnel Tunisia, it is because the skein and its warts have turned into flutter. Ferns grow out of the stone wall that surrounds the court yard. (They remind the author of the Upside Down Love Forest.) The court yard runs from Amsterdam to Broadway. It is basically a back alley that was converted to a yard with each building fencing off its own property. As a child, The Uncle would smoke cigarettes out back. Hiding from The Mother and wondering at the cement and the barbed wire that tops it. Prison yard. The Son feels the same way. Here he would receive vibratory intimations of a beach in the future. I? No. A line of prisoners. Angels have always visited him in his dreams but they say nothing. He does not know what they want. They just come to look at him. Later on he would learn this. Learn what they came for. But not with out learning how to bleed first.
There were two fathers. One fathered, the other faltered. One disappeared early on in the era of Skein Pulp; the other died of prostate cancer after molesting The Sister with what is commonly referred to as the Terror Stick. The Terror Stick is made up of a nicotine colored gelatinous vision occurring in duplicate in the eras between Sleep and Door Jam Crack, when the air is very dense and cool. In these hours all but the victim turn in sleep to rhythmic eye patterns. The victim is rendered petrified, turning his or her body into a piece of wood inwhich the skein of the body ceases to breath and the lung quotient diminishes, the Vessel fills with a vegetative air form resembling moss but made up mostly of very high pitched vibrations and tears. These tears are eventually recycled and fall over the Upside Down Love forest where the screams of Russian love can be heard in drops along with vaginal blood from the Northern Annie, who returns when ever the episode is remembered. Such as now. May 19th, 2006. 5:17 pm and 27 seconds, (eastern standard time) into the age of... or rather, sub era of wack wire and stone. (The qualities of which are un recordable due to the lack of perspicuity.)
When I say that only the Mother could remember... When I sad in my eyes and my mouth fills with frogs, the strange poly trope sounds of all those dead flies that were deposited in my belly begin to buzz again I open my mouth but nothing omex. (This is one of the words that air uses when it speaks to you. It means: comes, or omexa: come, to come, etc.) I open my mouth, but nothing comes. The flies do not leave and I wonder, begin to wonder if I was all an illusion, except that the tears are real.
You see it is only the Mother that can remember the proper sequence. She remembers the fragrance that can heal you. Essence du Fluer. Apple under heat and the first food sources. Sometimes washed with milk or heavy light occurring in August. She had two buttons made of blue pearl that the son keeps hidden away. (Note: The russian screams are not always heard. but often they are and only in the Up side down Love forest and only by certain persons who are attainable to the such. i.e. The forest.)
The person in question will end up on a beach in the third month of winter when the old pilings are snow capped and the waters gray.