Today I explored a new type of prose that has deep imagery that would combat imbedded imagery in writing and film, and also the Kabbalistic ideas that can intrude about relationships, belonging, and love. I thought of an idea of a novel or novella that was about the relationship in a garden between a watermelon and a rose. I will further my study here. Watermelon, I seek to consult yee on my petals today. Are they askew in any way?...Yes they are in a beautiful disarray and now with you I want to play. Lay your stem on my green shell and you shall do very well. No one out there will I tell. It is okay if you like my smell...Watermelon, you smell so sweet and are so kind to me. I love that you are in my memory. At night I cannot see yee and I get afraid. For so many things in life I have paid. Be my companion and shield now. I need a confident in the garden when I see the plow. I need to scream telepathically and make myself dream less dramatically. They intrude there in spaces, all these Wiccan and Pagan witch head cases. Watermelon, do you think that I am pretty? It is all over the lot that I am so ugly. They either call me a wh**e or they call me a bore. I just try to be polite even when they and things are not right. I am actually shy, Watermelon, and they make me afraid. I then go inside and fix the cuts they have made...Rose, I am here for you now. Do not be scared. I am quite prepared. I have the riches of seeds and the connections of vines. I even sit in the Earth imbued and connect to the worm landlines. You are safe with me, and your beauty is now free. I love yee desperately and I love your comedy. Your life has been so traumatic, and you are not dramatic. You are practical and well kept. With you, the first moment I had you in view, I was swept. My heart is yours now for eternity. Beautiful rose, please never leave me. Written by, Vie
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