If our energy fields don't exist--what is this? This luminous face turned skyward, pale irises, the flecks in them wildly kaleidoscopic, her skin, that way of looking. Pudding has such an intense aura. There are times I have witnessed static crackling blue from her scalp, her fine hair rising and quavering like the tentacles of a sea anemone. It is as if she is communing with the unseen particles in the air around us, decoding them into her private language somewhere deep in her hermit kingdom, in her Arkadia.
Monday, September 8, 2014
Better Living Through Plastic Explosives - Pg 116 : Someone is Killing the Great Motivational Speakers of America
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