The twins are not communicating very well:

One has a big green mohawk, a combative, apathetic sneer, and is skanking around the place kicking in walls and smashing windows.

The other is sitting on a mountain top in a long, white robe, long hair and beard entangling wind. Slow breathing slowly slower. Some chanting. Elusive still-point.

Unbeknownst to them both, a very large, frustrated bull is stalking them, ready to charge, looking to mash them into One.

An overlapping, looping medley of the the Looney Tunes theme, a deep OM, and the theme from Jaws is the soundtrack.

We wait with bated breath....


.

This move has been draining. I'm emotionally and physically frazzled. Small bursts of packing, followed by long bouts of hysterical crying. I'm here for her, but what "I" and what "here" will there be if I don't get a break....

All you need is love.

And a night out.



Or a night in.



Deep within.


Good night.


r.