Post by goldenmyst on May 10, 2023 0:17:25 GMT -5
Cosmic Train
“May I have the seat next to you on the cosmic train? You look like a sane person and I could use some sane conversation in my state of mystic madness.”
“Hooking up with a witchy woman like me who dabbles in the occult could spell trouble for you. The signs are ominous for us. Here read it in the horoscopes if you dare. It is written right here in this newspaper. But don’t blame me when things get crazy. You were forewarned.”
“Honey, you don’t scare me. I don’t believe in fate. Even the forces that shape our destiny are subject to redirection if we know what to expect.”
“Hey, my high school sweetheart was so smitten with me that he humored my eccentricities. I gave him a tarot reading that warned him he faced disaster if he followed his childhood dream to be a doctor. So I told him I would never marry him unless he chose another career. He is a miserable accountant and never got to marry me. A tragedy in the making for he who dares to woo me.”
“My prayers to the cosmic Godhead will ensure our safe and happy passage together through time and space, all the time. We will have bountiful orgasmic bliss and sensual abandon and transcendent states of total liberation from the Karmic wheel. We are travelers on the Zodiac train to magical sunsets in the Fellaheen desert. I often imagined what it would be like to meet a Wiccan woman. We’ll take Ginsberg’s Green car, and watch the road unfold in psychedelic land. Kerouac’s peripatetic journeys will pale in comparison to our Zen journey. We’ll talk existentialism and post modernism and even Forrest Gumpism as our car speeds through the darkened American phantasmagoria. Each bump will jolt our awareness. By the time we reach the Pacific our path to the future will be golden and eternal.”
“Well, the fortune teller told me the opportunity for true love would knock only once on my door. You must be him.”
“May I have the seat next to you on the cosmic train? You look like a sane person and I could use some sane conversation in my state of mystic madness.”
“Hooking up with a witchy woman like me who dabbles in the occult could spell trouble for you. The signs are ominous for us. Here read it in the horoscopes if you dare. It is written right here in this newspaper. But don’t blame me when things get crazy. You were forewarned.”
“Honey, you don’t scare me. I don’t believe in fate. Even the forces that shape our destiny are subject to redirection if we know what to expect.”
“Hey, my high school sweetheart was so smitten with me that he humored my eccentricities. I gave him a tarot reading that warned him he faced disaster if he followed his childhood dream to be a doctor. So I told him I would never marry him unless he chose another career. He is a miserable accountant and never got to marry me. A tragedy in the making for he who dares to woo me.”
“My prayers to the cosmic Godhead will ensure our safe and happy passage together through time and space, all the time. We will have bountiful orgasmic bliss and sensual abandon and transcendent states of total liberation from the Karmic wheel. We are travelers on the Zodiac train to magical sunsets in the Fellaheen desert. I often imagined what it would be like to meet a Wiccan woman. We’ll take Ginsberg’s Green car, and watch the road unfold in psychedelic land. Kerouac’s peripatetic journeys will pale in comparison to our Zen journey. We’ll talk existentialism and post modernism and even Forrest Gumpism as our car speeds through the darkened American phantasmagoria. Each bump will jolt our awareness. By the time we reach the Pacific our path to the future will be golden and eternal.”
“Well, the fortune teller told me the opportunity for true love would knock only once on my door. You must be him.”