The Shootings

Last year’s Orlando shootings followed by the November National 2016 Elections were tantamount to the events that informed my going underground and to a better footing of safety in a dangerous terroristic world changing, shifting, abandoning, losing me.

The Depression ensued and it was terrible.

Winter came and left.

Spring came and left.

Summer was a wash.

Tonight’s Halloween and my forever lover and I will meet beneath the silvery islip of Luna tonight, hence.

I’m returning to Orlando the 1st week of December to meet with my Shaman for cleansing and visioning.

I didn’t believe I could go into the city again.

I didn’t believe I could go away like I did and like how I have been doing.

Hiding from the Trump Administration and seeing the world prepare for implosion is something now akin to a cigarette with 4 AM hot coffee. They are together, one and for always it seems now. He’s the shit under shoe that won’t wash away. He’s stink.

My world is changing again.

You must not ever stop being whimsical.

And you must not, ever, give anyone else the responsibility for your life.

Mary Oliver, Upstream (2016).

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I have seen underpasses and abandoned locations near freeways acting as transportation excess equipment “storage” facilities and thought nothing of it until this past week’s Atlanta Highway 85 fiasco.

So I have my theories as to how 3 shelterless individuals were stealing copper scrap for cash and how it most likely flinted, caught on fire and eventually caused the terrorizing explosion.

That the sections of concrete loosened heated melting away from the stablizing beams is concerning to me.

I left early that day to run errands and was riveted to the television news and constant updates.

It reminded me of the 1990 San Francisco quake when Leon Panetta, then CD (17) Representative walked the highways and bridge with his construction helmet. My sister was stuck in traffic that day when the East Bay Bridge stalled.