The Art of Psycho Therapy...

Spectrum Perspective...

I've had a checkered carrier.
So, I'm not that important.
Nevertheless, people do respond to me.
I'm not famous or notorious.

While driving my route from New Hampshire
to Maine, an oriental man dressed in a yellow suit
took a picture of me with his cell phone.
I had stopped my car at the intersection.

I've been writing on the internet since the 90's.
I wrote on Private Games.com which was a dating site.
They let subscribers write anything that popped up.
I'd write about sexual fantasies with Saints and celebrities.

I was working at Walmart when an elderly lady poked me in the back.
"How do people like you sleep at night?" she asked.
It was Christmas and I asked if I could help her find an item.
"You write filth!" she snapped at me and stormed off.
That was my first critic.

Saint Agatha, dreamed she made love to Jesus,
while he was on the cross.
The rain washed over their naked bodies.
She was a virgin martyr for refusing the advances
of a Roman Counsel(251ad).
I think that was the X-Mass story the elderly lady disliked.

Another odd moment happened walking in downtown Portsmouth.
I had purchased some movies at Bull Moose ..
A beautiful curvaceous lady took my picture with a large camera.
It had a long lense.
Of course, I asked why. ..

She gave a toothy smile and walked away.


Reflections~I'm not certain why I write, but the reaction is intriguing.


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