Thursday, June 11, 2015

Freckles as Stars

As an atheist, I’d like to think that I’m not superstitious. There are lapses, however, that test one’s willpower. It was a woman who taught me different.

On her face were freckles and moles that were in the exact shape and size of the Big Dipper. After I was intimate with her, I found entire constellations on her back and all over her body. When I asked her, she said I was seeing things and no one else had observed the same. I dropped the subject—she seemed sensitive about it—but double checked with a book on stars while she was asleep. Surreptitiously I looked from her skin to the book and back again, eventually taking  photo of her to make completely certain. She had on her skin the southern and northern hemispheres’ (front and back, respectively) night skies. Freckles for stars.

Of course, this was random luck, or so I told myself over and over. I knew this and yet I could not let go of the feeling that there was something special, holy about her. And my rational brain would rise up and suppress those feelings; yet like all methods of suppression that don’t kill all involved in any way in the insurrection, it failed, and the rebellion resurfaced in different ways: mainly in the form of my infatuation with her despite her many shortcomings (a temper and selfishness being among them). 

I grew to love, yes love, her and especially those constellations written into her skin by reaction to the sun. In my most metaphysical moods, I would wonder if out sun was perhaps trying to say something; and even if I were to be in a scientific mood, I would grow sentimental about how the sun had etched a map of all its brethren on the skin of star dust (and in there were the makings of a religion, I was sure).

But the love was doomed to fail. My infatuation grew into something like blind obedience, for I was certain she was chosen in some respect and that as a result of this she was filled with wisdom. So her ideas and plans —petty things, really—I would work on to force into reality. She sensed this and soon had me wrapped around her finger. I was released from her grip, not when she grew bored of a blind dog, for she surprisingly didn’t, but when she found photos of her next to a print out of a constellation of stars. She flew into a fit and after trashing all my stuff, left.

And yet I always kept a close eye on her, hoping to one day see something prophetic from her, something to lead out people of star dust to better material outcomes. 

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  1. For your entertainment I ran the first paragraph through several types of languages and back to English (software wise, of course). Here are the results:
    The freckles and moles were in the exact size and shape of the Big Dipper. After becoming familiar with it, and I found all the back and all over my body kits. When asked, she said, I saw things, and that it was someone else observed. I leave this subject, and seem sensitive about it, but check it with a book in the stars while she slept. I peeped behind his book skin and again, with the final image of her to make specific mention exactly. In his skin hemisphere south and north "(front and rear respectively) the night sky. Freckles for the stars.

    1. Oh, that's interesting. Thanks!

    2. urwelcome. Here's the full one turned through the same software 3 years later:
      On his face there were freckles and moles that were exactly the shape and size of the big bear. After being intimate with her, I found complete sets on her back and throughout her body. When I asked her, she said I saw things and no one else noticed the same thing. She dropped the subject - she seemed sensitive about it - but I checked a book about the stars during her sleep. Stealthily, I looked at the book and ended up taking a picture of her to be absolutely certain. They were on the skin in the night sky of the southern and northern hemispheres (front and back respectively). Freckles for stars.

      Of course, it was random luck, at least that's what I said to myself. I knew it, yet I could not give up feeling that there was something special, sacred in the house. My rational mind will rise and suppress those feelings. However, like all methods of repression that do not kill all those involved in any form of rebellion, they fail and shows rebellion in various ways: mainly in the form of madness despite many shortcomings (the mood of selfishness among them).

      I learned to love, yes to love, are especially those towers written in her skin by interacting with the sun. In most of my metaphysical mood, I wondered if the sun might say something, and even if I were in a scientific mood, I would become emotionally because the sun had carved a map of all its brothers on the starry skin (this was a religion, I was sure).

      But love was doomed to failure. I became fascinated by something like blind obedience, because I was sure she had been chosen in some ways and as a result she was wise. So, his thoughts and plans - small things, really - I will work to force reality. I felt it and soon made me twist around her finger. I freed myself from her embrace, not when she was bored by a blind dog, did not find her a surprise, but when she found him next to a star shaped footprint. I flew into a crisis and after all my belongings, I left.

      However, I have always been watching it closely, hoping one day to see something prophetic about it, something that will lead people to star dust to get better material results


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