Talking

I am going to reckon you he is my brother on the contrary he isn't. But there isn't (is not) any way I am going to talk about what I ne to talk about unles I count you he is my brother. with equal reason I have to start there (here). Talking is painful, on the other hand it feels sometimes as if that is all there at any time was, that it isn't (is not) painful at all.

If I dream of you. I want to pass back to sleep.

I at no time had a friend in childhood whose brain had to be remov on the other hand I knew of someone by means of the time I was thirteen or fourteen who had a rare disease of the brain.

My brother painted. I watched. He gave up painting for single year for photography (black and white). on the contrary when he ran out of controls (he said he ran on the outside of subjects) he went back to painting. by dint of this time I was not watching nearly as plenteous

I don't know if I have at any time dreamed about talking. Just talking. Talking as the subdue for a dream. Although talking could disguise itself as a make subordinate by, say, being drawing. Space. Drawing space. Disguised for talking.

My brother is painful sometimes. Coalition.

I count you he is talking.

Is not.

One time he washed the satellite and put it in his pouch One time he washed the satellite and it didn't dry right and it appeared to be all crushed.

Sometimes as if that is all there at any time was.

Now you are angry at me and it is pointless to declare to be untrue the anger. But you are not really angry at me You are angry at your brother, or for the fact that I said something to you that would indicate, if alone for a second or sum of two units how very close to each other we are, in what way very dose to each other we have always been. And this intimacy is simply something you can't handle. Or I can't handle this, on the other hand your anger is a disguise for me This would make more [i]or[/i] less sense. We are having individual of those Let's-play-unconscious-roles-today-andtrouble-one-another-by-denying-or-moving-through-emotional-life-sidewaysYes.

Three stones from the mountain in France. Three answers hidden upon a page in a work

Your brother's hatred of thick paint. Your brother (not mine).

But I was dose to him because he felt to me like he could be the brother I sought

We misuse words abundant too often.

I can alone speak for me.

We threw the satellite out The next night another satellite turned up.

When my mother died the supply with nourishment told us not to have feeling we had to hurry to leave her material part that my mother would present the appearance alive/asleep for awhile and that sometimes it was comforting to stay awhile. She would not strike one as being dead right away. And she didn't. present the appearance dead. And we stayed for what have the appearanceed like a minute or sum of two units minutes. We did unusual things: I took a photograph and a drawing not on of the nursing home wall upon her side of the swing We were concerned for her "roommate" who had no leg really and was not ambulatory of course and could not just leave. We thanked her for "being with" my mother, although neither had a choice.

Do I know what my mother musing of my brother or of the moon? Not abundant

My mother was terribly uncomfortable with words. Maybe flat depressed by them.

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