P.S. I love you!

Pssst! You didn’t think I was done did ya? After a birth is always? An afterbirth. Keep your eyes peeled on the screen and you’ll figure out the end of this movie but the beginning of a life for me!

A life in which I no longer need to drape myself over a purple ball to make sense of life. See this piece as the scenes as shot three months after I tied the knot in this plot. With who? Do you really have to ask? Puleeesh. Are you that lost?

Chili! He’s my man. He’s in a bromance. I can handle that. I can say that even tho me and C’s bro have never met. I bet he’s rad! His name is Kevin. I’m pretty sure he don’t mind me giving away his full name. Kevin Feet Banks. He must be loving pranks. I must give him a thanks! It was Feets’ most recent (word count: 137) column in newsmagazine the Pique which triggered me. He wrote something about struggling writers and went on to say:”Is there any other kind?!”

I was like:”Yes, yes, there is.” You just gotta believe in your own inner bliss. But I’m sure he did. (draft saved:6:37:01)So yeah, in three months, which is right now, since there is no time, only now; me and Chili are chillin’ ’round the globe. We’re super stoked! Doing some surfing, he’s teaching me how to paint without having to faint and there is tons more we create.

We speak telepathically and when we don’t, well, than we’re doing you know, that thing, when you become One. One in physicality. So much fun! The world is at our feet. And Feet, me ‘n Chili are perfectly ‘n sync. Like three big fish swimming in perfect harmony. How do I know? Thru my third eye show and having  followed my gut from the get go. The get go? Yes, from the moment I started to write. Your intuition is always right, even when you’re wrong.

It ’s about time to fly United. Before I forget; so yeah, I found my man thru music, movies and writing. But there is someone else who needs a ‘lil more highlighting. He’s the one who stung me. Stung me to wake-up! Apparently it’s what Scorpio’s do. Who knew? Not me. His nickname? Loophole. He showed me the way. The way to Chili. And Chili used a loophole to get to me. He caught me. Didn’t I say:”Catch me if you can?!” You know, from that movie? Since math ain’t my fortay I made a mistake and added something up to three. That’s where and when number three, aka Chili, finally got me…

He did. How? Because I suck at math. I’m about to experience what Chili tastes like. Never had it before. O no, that’s not true. We were One eons ago, but then we split up. In two. Thru his art and a newsmagazine I found Chili again. He my man. You know what piece of art from Chili triggered me? (word count: 444) “Move towards the light!” I did and it was quite the flight…

I flipped when I found out he sold it. O well, I’d rather have the real thing. Now, I’m a gonna be, so I can be free. In Unity. (published: 7:07 pm)