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piano in the courtyard/alone

EL Rabbo: eats peyote for knowledge LeSuzie: just happened to open a door —————————————————————-

LeSuzie: i live in a fairly small world. now that El Rabbo is just a ghost and his cousin eventually froze in the desert night i am alone in the courtyard to play this piano in these final seconds of twenty twenty three. these notes you hear will echo through the whole courtyard back to right where i sit now. welcome to twenty twenty four El Rabbo bellowed. that echo alone seems so present. this is a song song for El Rabbo. oh, and his poor cousin. found the cousin with a camera photographs of a large cactus. i must go back now to my house three states away. bye

#file: short short story

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childhood fadeaway

#4way tab #garbage monkey dump

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piano in the courtyard / photograph

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EL Rabbo: ate peyote for knowledge LeSuzie: just happened to open a door Rabbo DeLux: the cousin

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LeSuzie: well that sixty seconds sure seemed to evaporate rather swiftly.

Rabbo DeLux: i captured a photograph of the moment EL Rabbo appeared, of you and your expression. i also took a photograph as EL Rabbo sat next to you on the piano bench. of course EL Rabbo is not in any of the photos because of him now being a ghost. although you know that he is there next to you when you see the photographs i captured of you two.

LeSuzie: traveling these years to be here in the courtyard as EL Rabbo would play this piano, or the piano in the cellar where no one goes but us, then EL Rabbo requesting i sing along, or play, even today, EL Rabbo a ghost only appearing for one minute just before the new year then right then EL Rabbo will disappear, all of this, is worth every sixty s-e-c-o-n-d-s. now you here too play the piano would you? i would never have imagined all those years ago being here under very normal circumstances i open a door to my room and in walked a giant human-size rabbit introduced as EL Rabbo. seems EL Rabbo wanted to tune the piano in the corner of my room. 

Rabbo DeLux: i would love to play but the thing is i fell asleep out in the snow a few nights ago i am still mostly numb from that could not play the piano although you should play the piano i will capture a photograph of that. also, yes, for as long as ELRabbo owned this hotel this piano in the courtyard would come alive every new year eve. it is the only time you are here too.

LeSuzie: i have deep thoughts about not coming back, each year. i am vexed on what i should do. in the meantime of my trying to come to that decision i arrive back here. maybe tomorrow i will decide. 

Rabbo DeLux: will you also sing? play the piano, and sing?

LeSuzie: i will.

Rabbo DeLux: may i capture a photograph, maybe two?

LeSuzie: yes, please. will you be also singing?

Rabbo DeLux: i will.

LeSuzie: perfect.

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welcome to twenty twenty three

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LOOK/nature

#garbage monkey dump

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#another friday #'round here #garbage monkey dump

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piano in the courtyard the cousin

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EL Rabbo: ate peyote for knowledge LeSuzie: just happened to open a door Rabbo DeLux: the cousin

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LeSuzie: i am again here decemeber thirty-first eleven fifty-nine at night waiting for El Rabbo to appear to play this piano in the courtyard. all these past times i just never dreamed this was how bringing in the new year would be. who are you?

Rabbo DeLux: i am the cousin of El Rabbo, here to play the piano in the courtyard for weddings.

LeSuzie: oh, i remember who you are. you were one of the large rabbits out in the hallway when i realized El Rabbo was a large rabbit too. you one time fell asleep outside, got cold lost your voice froze your feet. could not play the piano or sing, so took photographs instead.

Rabbo DeLux: yes, that is me. to be candid, that happens to me quite frequently. one reason i always have a camera with me. 

LeSuzie: El Rabbo then asked me if i could play Little Bunny Foo Foo.

Rabbo DeLux: i remember. now, every year since for the welcoming of the new year El Rabbo and you would together sing and play the piano in the courtyard. you must have been shocked last time to find El Rabbo is now a ghost. 

LeSuzie: i certainly was surprised. then, El Rabbo appeared, started to play the piano, i began to sing. as soon as we entered into the new year El Rabbo disappeared leaving me to sing and play the piano alone.

Rabbo DeLux: and i snapped your photograph.

LeSuzie: indeed you did. are you ready now? 

Rabbo DeLux: i am ready, miss.  oh, El Rabbo is playing! 

LeSuzie: perfect. -------

welcome to twenty two -------

#welcome to 2022

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so young

Sarah was five and i was seven we rode our bicycles out past the meadow to the bluff overlooking the sea. our thought was we could fly.

well, no.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IHaCyX6-Xo

https://www.youtube.com/hashtag/grimesartkit

#grimesartkit

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art

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all this. all of this is random. at this particular moment in time how your eyes could have been anywhere but here they are. just does not really happen that often. that line up.

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i wrote a poem and no one noticed. i should maybe write it down here, but i wrote it on the bottom of a stone. then, threw that stone as far as i could out into the water.

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there is no interest in what i say just after some attention your way ‘see i did all this will you spend your time to look. it was the entire purpose i so randomly connected to you.’ plus,

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there are tiny purple flowers in the grass you have to stop to see them but these tiny flowers are only by ones there are no groups here. all of these tiny flowers live alone.

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testing the cosmos

a large red tree is not what it may seem

#a large red tree

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piano in the courtyard skeleton

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EL Rabbo: eats peyote for knowledge LeSuzie: just happened to open a door 

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LeSuzie: what is this?

that is where El Rabbo laid down for death to come, and it did.

LeSuzie: you just left him there?

this was his request.

LeSuzie: why is the piano there?

also his request.

LeSuzie: to turn to bones lying next to the piano in the courtyard?

here, look. it is all written right here. these were his instructions to me i should open when he said so, that is exactly what happened here. one day in june El Rabbo says to me, i am going to the courtyard open the letter now.

LeSuzie: it says here he should be propped up against the piano as if playing. why is he lying down then?

he went off script there right at the end. wanted to lie down.

LeSuzie: who else knows?

everyone now.

LeSuzie: (sighs deeply) i come all this way so we may play the piano in the courtyard together, and i find his skeleton lying next to it. is there a ghost?

it was the virus, miss.

LeSuzie: is El Rabbo still here?

if you are here decemeber thirty-first eleven fifty-nine at night El Rabbo historically appears to play the piano.

LeSuzie: then i am just in time.

yes you are.

LeSuzie: perfect. -------

welcome to twenty twenty one -------

#Dream File: short short story

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invisible

quite shy quite shy quite shy quite shy quite shy quite shy quite shy indeed

there are

other rooms Emily   other rooms Emily   other rooms Emily   in the air in the air

<here Emily disappears>

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Emily answers

Emily replies to the question ------- Emily: i am quite shy quite shy indeed. at times you may not even see me. i blend in invisible with mostly anything. dim out the lights let the moon speak. the moon you see speaks in tongues. all of them invisible. very shy. -------

this is why there are other rooms. some, do require a certain desired acceptance. i, and our team, certainly believe how free you will be Emily, with any of these rooms. we might suggest THE DREAM ROOM. there, you are in the air. so.

<here Emily just disappears>

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listen

you were looking for a little control, thought you had a handle. it broke when you pulled on it now the door will not open. this room is spinning. even though you are sitting    down    you    are spinning a- round    round    too. a    small tornado alone with you, controlling what you just wrote. look,

watch how it ricochets off the walls. might there be some temptation follows it there, a small table a chair, side by side. i was not expecting to see how fast glass walls are built although, here we are. blurs to one another, colors float about. sometimes when it gets very quiet i  hear your voice, and others. i listen.

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a business transaction

why, all these are charred paintings.

< Sarah appears begins painting with flair.   holding brushes that had tiny multi-colored  tips of flames drawing across the canvas as  the oils lit on fire. 

flames ceased just as Sarah finished painting  pulling her brushes had tiny tips of flames away. removing the brushes from her hands, then smiling, stepping back. Sarah’s painting was of three parrots  flying around trees. it was now smoldering, the oil paint  fizzing to silence. 

Sarah takes that painting puts it with the other  charred ones. positions a fresh canvas,  stares  at it and sings. the three parrots painting was still  smoldering surrounded now by the other charred  paintings.

three parrots fly into the room ricochet around the walls then, fly out the window >

i will buy all of them.

#Dream File: short short story

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i ultimately have nothing to offer

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This is some of the stupidest crap I have ever read.

a perfectly justifiable analysis. i appreciate your acknowledgement. thank you for including me in your day, anonymous . peace

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