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Excerpt - Disc. w/ Mad Jamon
NonFiction
 Created on 3-16-08
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- This is a writing practice/roughest of rough drafts of an event in my latest novel. I'd just read a "writing practice" called spontaneous writing and free-writing, so I decided to turn on "The Soft Parade" by The Doors and begin writing for as long as the song lasted without thinking.
- (After the last "I replied", the next line is said by the character Jamon, and the following of quotation is by the character Kurt, and the line's after Kurt are said by Jamon. I don't feel like adding in the "he said she said" and who said what's just yet)
Jamon asked, "Hey man dif your grooves dig your girl, she's good shes good ever understood are you ever misunderstood?"
I replied, "all the time, all the time qwnadering from night to night, dig?"
Jamon said, "like a wamr baby being craddle int the loving mother's and parents and grandparents raisings oh hell what has been done?"
I replied, "what has beren done?"
"what has been done in our ways to make us this, that, think this and that"
"i can call for certain that with a little guidance my mother has teqaught me things that i secretly detest tbecause they dont agree with my own personal view that i formred on my own"
self-learner?"
"agreed"
"yeah man i believe more people should live that way, tteaching themselves. no matter for writght or wrong, just to be just to be across the sea and an ocean-cave os waves to be glorified, that must which anoy ther way would not be true to self."
"self is self like a soul is life and life is soul in the water of evaporation.
air . refreshing man see, where you're coming from of all times, dig it DIG IT"
"afraid of nothing, man i'm afraif of people"
"what will listen who will listen when will we be listened to
we never iwill and no one can do it for us, survival of the fittest with the most admittance ot flaw, guilt, flaws and tripes man that's the essence, see, the all of what could ever be and it's not too late! in spite of others, man, speaking your strongest word with all."
" i need to tekll her"
"tell her go ahead and tell her the way, see"
"tell her how i've dfreamed about her and never stopped thinking about her beauty, kissing her lips and holding her hand against mine stealing her breath, smelling her sweet scent as her eyes steal my sou, and i am forever raptured inside her heart, she in mine, complete love and i am complete, not complete with a self-being and a better understanding wit hthe kindess that her genuine heart that I so saught after after all these trials of being alone,. loneliness, abandonment from friends and an intuned destructive eye from the society that keeps me from being myself."
"man i accept you for who you are! be! go out and get her!"
"she's off in about 20 minutes wanna meet her?"
" meet the grooved chick, sure man let's go."
we walke dout side of his house to a barking bird high in the tree and and and and and and and and and we got in his car i left my car in his parking lot whatever how little it was and we went slow, we went slow through town with the cassee of warm beers in the backseat. What a time this will be. naturally my feelings for mad jamon were a little sketpical of what he'll think about her and what she'll think of him - we'd poonly just meet and she's already meeting a new friend WOOPa damn things asre sure to be exciting this times, after a long, mundane boring schedule of years i'm up for anything and this man beside me is the road to anything as long as we have our fingers, brains, working feet and our dicks we rule the universe we are gods and goddesses of the world of thought with our own intuitions, added investments and preaching for all to see. taking slow birds cvrooning by with the cool-air breezed in our faces, ahhh inhale the scent the perfect scent you wish to lick, suck, fuck up right and swallow with every digestive fivber in your being to breathe underweater what a magical glory feeling, this, can't see it, feel it until it rushes past your face, can't hear it, touch it, or smell it unless it's been polluted, what a mgaical chemical.
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