It’s a mid-dawn dusty day in a Western in teh States. Possibly Texas, since that is the cliché, but it could be any where mid-west, or even somewhere like Mexico, where more stereotypes of dusty trails with tumble weed spinning across the landscape appear. I’m standing at the back of a house made of old creaking wood. There’s a gathering. I’m not sure at first, all I se is the lanterns are not lit, and the only light is emanating from the front of a room, where voices can be heard. I look around me, in this creaky old house...
Twist the teats for more
I had weird religious dream though I’m trying to remember how it went. I was trying to read Arabic in a mosque and its all kids. including some “deformities” and they’re all like “we’ll teach you!” sarcastically.
So they’re like what do you remember? So I recite them the first surat of the first sapara (?). And they’re like “well do you remember the alphabet?” and I try but can’t remember. And the “deformities” is like “Yeah I’ll teach the fucker”.
I remember it better now than I did originally. It’s coming back to me. The room where I was in...
Twist the teats for more
I would perhaps start with explaining that everything that I say is honest and true, the reason being that some of it may be unbelievable, but then I find many of the stories I have heard about schizophrenia to be remarkable and hard to accept. I even find it remarkable that people have the courage to say that have this condition, which is something they may end up living with for the rest of their life, and something that is barely discussed by everyday people without them conjuring up images of the psychotic with the blade in one hand and...
Twist the teats for more