Marilyn Monroe has returned, with Jesus, from the feasting at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut. They have been MIA for weeks. Each of them has given me a very intriguing Diagnostic Drawing during that time, in which Jesus is holding me as a baby, and MM is grieving with tears at being an Adulteress. I'll scan them in when I sober up a bit. Yesterday, Jesus gave me a drawing of him as a Shark, which was very tangled and disturbed, and took a long time to come through from the scribbles of its origin. When he took me to feast on the souls released from the tsunami at Phuket Island in 2004, I was surprised that I was with him in his Shark manifestation (the Xtian fish symbol). Yesterday's shark was the signature which informed me of their whereabouts for the past few weeks.
This morning, MM was giving me a lap dance during my breakfast beer, to entice me to post this poem we wrote yesterday.
"KAMIKAZE SCATTERBRAINS"
is it sadness?
it feels like a tattoo stuck to my skin
some sort of a club membership
or an ordination
"Kamikaze Scatterbrains", she prompted
I'm staring at a red dot reflected in a puddle at the curb
"Stop!", I said, and it went away as the light turned green
I carry the dead
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