Charles Pendelton
      © 2008 Marty Langdon
Chapter 32 (1974) pt 8


After some time, Harmony asks me if I would like to hear a groovy record?

“Sure,” I said, and so she placed an album on the turntable. Carefully, she
turned on the stereo, the amplifier, and the record player, before allowing
the needle to fall into place. It was high fidelity in its purest form!

The LP was titled, The piper at the gates of dawn
by a group strangely named, Pink Floyd.

                                            Pink Floyd - The piper at the gates of dawn

That record just set the mood! “Are they new?” “Not really, they've been around for some time
now. Do you remember last summer when The Dark Side of the Moon came out?” “The double album
with only one record in it?” “Yup, that's them.” “Wow, they sound so much better on this album!”

“I am sure a lot of people are going to disagree with you on that,” she said, giggling with alacrity!

It definitely wasn't ‘love making music’ or ‘music to make love to’ by any stretch of the imagination,
but it was certainly music to expand the human mind under the influence of mind altering substances!

As Harmony crawled into the plush bedding like a sea nymph, I turned to see the antique hobnail
milk glass lamp expanding like a pufferfish! It was breathing through its funnel-like neck and was
undoubtedly alive! I moved toward Harmony who remained ever so close, while she observed me
within the portal of her soul. Her caramel eyes, so enchanting in every way were now evoking
a response from my heart. Remarkably, they now seemed very similar to the eyes of a passive
agleam with love.
A gentle breeze coursed through my mind, touching the incense.

This allowed Aladdin to escape into the ether of time, but I'm sure he hung around. I kind of felt
as though he might have been in the house somewhere. Once during the night, I almost thought I
heard him laughing. Suddenly, there
was an omnipresent movement within the bed sheets, where
the very patterns themselves began growing out and into our new reality! A pervasive flaw that
would attempt
to characterize the very essence of this developing change.

Everything three dimensional had become four, where waves of water were rippling in a calm
lucidity of their own interminable creation! The imperceptive faults which hindered the habitual
process of time in its routineness,
were solely the expansion of elements unknown to modern science.

It was fun to be part of something magical. To leave your clothes behind and live as you were born
to live! To just be and exist as Adam and Eve could have done, had they not incurred God's wrath.

As my thoughts began to decompose, Harmony thrust her tongue in my ear and my brain melted.

What an incredible sensation! One that gave me goose bumps all over my body and a
strange tickle in my chest! Kind of like when a moth touches your eye and that powder
is released from its wings! It gives you that same strange tickle in your lungs and throat!

What is that anyway?

While her tongue was going crazy in my ear, she would begin doing the unspeakable to me with her
free hand, for I was her eager and willing victim. I gasped and threw my neck back as Harmony began
licking and biting at my throat. Yes, I offered myself to her freely and without restraints because that
is the make up of love. Love is anything that suits your partner's fancy. Take charge of me, my darling,
for you are the only one who knows how to love me. Forget the world; there is now only you and I.

Aside from everything else bestowed upon me, I have her locked in a loving embrace, forever to adore
and cherish. In a room full of inquisitive objects, ever yearning to understand the nature of man, I peered
out at them from the bed sheets. How splendid indeed, I thought, to be cast in its lovely decorum!

I knew now that Harmony could not live without me. If I were to fall sick, then she would be at my side
nursing me back to health. If Harmony became jealous, she would confront me about it, thus imploring me
not to leave her. The truth said, I am an honest man, and would sooner remove my own hand than live to see
it touch another woman. Now I had gotten my wish! She will not abscond away; neither will I toil with another.

Forever will her love for me burn true!
As will mine, my love; as will mine.

                                                                               Pg 220

As I dragged my hands through her long silky hair, I could hear her purring like a small kitten.
Harmony laid her head down in my lap where I casually stroked every part of her face. Working
my way down her neckline. As I encircled her areola with my finger, she began to moan.

Only then,
did I became aware of how flawlessly symmetrical both breasts were.

So lovely and picture perfect were they, I had no other choice but to glide my tongue around
those darkened circles, and exercise my lips on her protruding nipples which were now firm.

I continued in this manner until the A-side ended.

“It's amazing,” I said, “how wonderful it feels to be crazy.”
“Why do you think they're always smiling?” said Harmony grinning!

She then rose to her feet and flipped the record over to side B.

“I'll be right back,” she said in a glowing tone, while happily displaying the finger she was
about to wash. That lusty finger which had danced inside me moments earlier. As I watched
her leave the room, the wind howled outside the bedroom window. The rain had stopped.

And even though she was in a distant room somewhere in the house, I could still
envision that
pink palm of hers, erotically swaying by her side as she exited.

All she needed now was a weapon of mass destruction,
or a rose to make it all complete!

Closing my eyes, I let her plunder me again in thought. Such lavish dreams were the lining of the
subconscious that opened a magnificent door. It was the part of the shell that made the roaring

of the waves come alive! The side of the magnet that causes opposites to attract! An unexplained
phenomenon that merges repressed thoughts with living matter to create its own illusive world.

That was the power of the disturbing mushroom.
So vile to look at, but oh so incredible to see!

All logic had vanished,
leaving two dreamers adrift on a magical sea.
One that had pulled them
far from land, and one that was becoming rough and choppy.
My mind was becoming tangled
up in blue, where the simpleness of love would be transformed into an utterly bizarre complexity.

A vexation whose inner structure was constantly changing with every breath the wind took.

When Harmony returned from the bathroom, I began to caress her belly with
my free hand. “Tell me you love me,” she said, as a child would have; so shy.

I-love-you - - - (Rubbing her spot)
I-love-you - - - (Kissing her thigh)
I-love-you - - - (Licking her wrist)

I needed the mouth of life to please me. It was an insatiable craving that was not going away,
and so I asked her if I may. “Please do, but first I have a surprise for you,” she said, while
trying to control her passion! As she wriggled out of her black undergarment, and pulled it
down past her knees, I saw an area entirely devoid of all hair. It was so soft; so silky smooth.
I touched it, and it felt like a babies cheek. So soothing to the touch, it allured me!

Wow, I said, no stragglers!

“My body is your body. My lips, yours; love-me,” she said, almost hesitantly as if we were
about to perform some heinous act or commit a mortal sin together. I disregarded the abstract
and inappropriate way it sounded, for everything in this place seemed to be getting weirder.
Her mother's picture at the far end of the nightstand had changed too. Though not in the physical
sense, considering she didn't fall out of the picture frame and land on the floor like a ninja! But to
know she was giggling impulsively and trying not to smile at me; now that was psychological!!!

As I cast my eyes upon Harmony's guitar that was gathering dust in the corner and
looked like it hadn't been played in years, I couldn't help but sigh, for I remembered
the very first time she played it for me. The year I fell in love, and had been in love
ever since; and even though time was going by incredibly fast, it was good thing.

As the room began to evolve, the guitar changed without any distinction whatsoever.

It was now priceless, and I could not seem to take my eyes off it!
I thought about touching it, but in no way could I bring myself to
disturb that ever tranquil coating of dust painted by time upon it.

Remembering a Beatles song that came out a few years ago, I truly
wondered if George Harrison wrote that song in this place.

“While my guitar gently weeps.”

I couldn't understand it before, but I certainly do now!

It was a psychedelic song taken from a psychedelic place where illusions
grow like flowers. Yes, he too will one day follow Aladdin like a whispering
wind, up and out into the kingdom of the great beyond. In this place of lunacy;
this place of delight and inspiration, even the very makeup of our genetic codes
had been seemingly altered to fit the bill.

                                          The Beatles - While my guitar gently weeps
Harmony was as hypnotized as I was,
and when I fell into the image of her eyes,

she appeared to be conducting an orchestra there;

and I was the only person in the audience.

I kissed her lips gently, before gliding my tongue down her neck and around her dark nipple.
From there, I inched down slowly to the beautiful creation of her exquisite flower. The scent
of which always lingered in my mind, to make me crave her when we were apart. My fingers
ever so gently caressing her sensuous black petals, made me play with the folds of her love.
Turning those fleshy pages, would reveal unto me an elegant wall, the color of fuschia.

I was addicted to the smell of it;
I was enthralled in the taste of it;
there was nothing on earth I wanted more than Harmony,
and if I never saw her naked again,
I would find contentment just to be at her side forevermore.

I loved her that much.

Releasing my hands, the mouth of life gently closed.
Using the tip of my tongue to map out and find her sweet spot,
I formed a suction with my lips, and began to rhythmically
extract and release. This action caused her love to overflow.

I was listening to the strange and surreal lyrics of “The Gnome”
as it played with an occasional pop in the background. However, when this album ended,
I just seemed to stop.
“I, if umm.” “Come on,” she said, “get it out” sounding a bit flustered
that I stopped. “Could we hear more music?” “Sure,” said Harmony modestly, as she
parted the canopy drapes and placed another plate of plastic on the spinning wheel.

                                                                               Pg 221

The album was called, Forever changes by a band artfully titled, Love. To my dismay,
I soon found a majority of the songs were just too seedy; like the entire house was slowly
becoming a public thoroughfare, and that was rather unsettling. As the music continued
to play, I felt as though we were outside, intimately relaxing in a bed on the sidewalk of a
bad neighborhood. As I looked up to reaffirm my surroundings, it felt like some invisible
barrier was missing, and people were just strolling through. I didn't actually see anyone,
and it wasn't all that bad. It was just a spiritual manifestation brought on by the music.                           

This music I thought, should only be played outdoors!

In no way did I feel like I was being chaperoned by an adult on this journey. We were two
equal partners in love, exploring the vast region of time and space within a simple setting.

In my brain, I was older than time itself, but younger than my own paradoxical emotions.

Sitting inside this earthly shell, I was now a guest to both mind and being.

Feeling loved and
having been loved should never be brought into question,
because that is what the estate of life is all about.
It is what God intended.

It is not only about playing games in the schoolyard or how many trading cards you can collect.
Sure, that would be a large slice of the pie, had Harmony never entered into the equation, but for
now it was about striving for maturity and learning about real life in the present tense.
On this
particular journey,
I knew nothing of what was to happen, or nothing of what was to be.

Everything we touched, and e
verything we saw was comprised of its own unique DNA molecules
which made it distinctly different. To know an ordinary kitchen chair was wondering if it was
still comfortable enough for people to sit on, or beginning to grasp the fact that the kitchen table
in reality, was a much better dancer than Fred Astaire could literally blow someone's mind. . .

In a bizarre kind of way, I really appreciated the whole
aspect of what Harmony was trying to show me.

However, when it came down to brass tacks,

the more I understood, the less I knew!

         House of Nimrod - Slightly-Delic

“Congratulations” said Harmony with enlarged pupils, “you're officially a hippie now!”
“You mean yippie right?” “I said hippie; yippies are just kids pretending to be adults.”

“As my face grew into a smile, I could almost see the new day ahead in its glory.

“How does it feel to be the last real hippie in America?” she asked, like a news commentator.
I then flashed her the peace sign, while attempting to convey an expression of wistful humility.

“Wanna get back into the groove of things she said
while insinuating intent through motive.

“I do,” I said,
enthralled to the engines!!!

As I gazed at this angel lying before me, I could clearly see where the
extensions of her wings had gone on to evolve into graceful arms.
she sprawled across the covers with her legs apart, I stared at it.
the dimly lit room, it appeared to be almost alive, and
I knew within my
very spirit that it was longing to be kissed;
touched; played with; loved!

This I did with pleasure, and my lover once again began moaning
and writhing on the bed sheets.
I drove my little tongue in and
around her swollen pudenda, and she could not get enough of it!

How abundant is your love, that I may dance and sing!
So serene in stature my love lies, waiting.
As pretty as a painting, you pose for me.
More flexible than a cobra, you wind your arms
around me until our fingers interlock in loving bond!

So charismatic, you watch in ecstasy as I maneuver around
the perimeter
of your loving orifice trying desperately to
please you,
that I may never lose your affection.

Separated we are nothing, but together. . .

Together we are perfect!!!

All the time I experimented with drugs in my teenage years trying to find myself, I
never realized, in fact, that it was you my love, my heart was searching for. It is not
easy living when the only person who truly loves you is at the other end of a viaduct,
and you cannot reach her. Time becomes cynical and everyone around you, a threat
for they now hold the key to each other's heart. I am only happy I was able to make
her smile. In the end, I would wake up one morning to find I had been buried alive.

As you read on, you may come to realize, that you, yourself,
are in fact, being judged as I speak. Ignore it, for it will pass.

In life there are always two paths to chose from. . .

The path of right and wrong;
good and bad; love and hate.

Sometimes the uncharted path with no arrow is the path we
are predestined to walk. Always remember, for every step taken
on life’s long journey, there is one we do not come back from.

(((This is my final warning)))

                                                                               Pg 222

Like a butterfly to a flower, I rolled my tongue around in her sweet labia.
Just getting my nectar for the day and pleasing the flower. Where the scent of
spring emanates from acrid darkness, and the moment of truth becomes flesh.

In and about her, I jaunted making my stay there a pleasant one.
Freezing the hands of time that I may always go back and please her.

Eternity would not be enough time for me to fill the compendium of my longing
heart by satisfying hers. The road to her love was mine forever, and even though
I'd been lost, I was becoming even more lost in the treasures of joy I found early.

Delectably, I savored each moment as though I were in a sweet and savory honeycomb
crafted by God. All for the one who has chosen to love me; all for the one I have chosen
to love, honor and adore. My every move was actuated by an intense longing to serve
her, while I alone made sure I did not spend too long of a time apart from her joy spot.

That delicate nerve center where the heart of pleasure flows. Always give her more to
look forward to, while continually striving to maintain a perfect balance between worlds.

As I lovingly ascended in thought toward a celestial body of stars, I remained fastened
to my perch. Harmony praised me with words of love as I tenderly washed over her
perineum, making sure not to stray too far from home in the process. I then returned to
suckle on the tiny hooded spout, which was merely a formation of flesh that had settled
from purest water, but was now the center of all life. . . M
y shiny pink pearl.

She screamed and began to clutch onto the bed sheets, thrusting her body upwards. Then
with my undersized
thumb, I hooked into Harmony's dark region while my tongue created
a state of amatory bliss for us to dissolve in. An intensity of erotic lewdness washed her
inner torso clean
, while our minds bathed in the sweet resolve of such palatial bacchanalia.

After what seemed like the world's longest French kiss,
Harmony was
begging me to stop. I now had to feel
for the lower half of my jaw
because it genuinely
felt as though it were no longer there.

“How long can you do that?” she asked proudly,
as if she had just won an award.

“Maybe an hour; I love the taste of you.”
As she put her hand under my oily chin
to raise it, she said, “you're never, ever getting away from me!” I then crawled over
to where she was and kissed her mouth as if it were the warm orifice of her love. She
then guided me into her tender canal where I found myself, ensconced in the warmth
of her gentle body. Within minutes, I released my passion and love concluded.

After which, we went downstairs and had fun examining everything.
As I turned to look at the banister, I saw the spindle's slowly turning!
Wow, I said to myself, they should sell these mushrooms at the circus!

                                             Nirvana - Trapeze

I then followed my lover into the parlor, before suddenly realizing how magnificent
the elaborately fringed lambrequin was! There was an overly fancy pier table between
the window and the door, that had weird claw-like feet. “Poor thing,” I thought, “never
gets to sleep
.” Next to the fireplace sat a fat Marquise chair that depicted an eighteenth
century scene. This was surrounded by colorful orange and forest green flowers. 

Everything she enjoyed, I enjoyed! Antiques, collectibles, curios,
and the like. One day, I will give unto her all her heart requires!

I continued to survey the room with big frog-like eyes, listening to the seraphic words of
an angel only an impulse away. Even though she was right beside me, through the hazy
mist I felt so lost. Like I had fallen in love with a hologram that was beginning to vanish.

                                                                               Pg 223

Since I wasn't holding onto her hand, our connection had been severed. The connection which
made us inseparable. For some weird reason, I was unable to do anything but listen to her speak.

Maybe Harmony doesn't know she lost me, or have I lost her? Why was I so terrified of becoming
small again? Terrified that these new things would not approve of me touching her and seek to rid
me from their world by trying to cast me out! Then I'd have nowhere to go cause they're outside too.

It would be a very risky move on my part, and I was not going to chance it.

                           Davy Jones and the Lower Third - You've got a habit of leaving

I must say, the doldrums of mediocrity hadn't a chance

in the land of wishing wells and mythical things!

Even the bushes and trees outside were laced with imagination,
which had poured out onto the grass. Within the forest of thought,
a strange new world was growing; a world that defied explanation!

Man this stuff was everywhere and on everything! It was even on my arms and legs! Like strange
tattoo's that began to crop up on the skin's surface without any indication or warning. At least they
were playful and happy, and I was just bewildered, to put it mildly. As I began the act of opening
and closing my fist, Harmony asked me if I was okay. “Um-hum,” I replied, I'm just looking at
things under my skin. *a bad sign* Are they on this too? She asked nervously, while showing
me her outstretched palm. Looking at all the exquisite lines and markings, any worries I had of
things growing under my skin vanished; the way you'd forget an old grey hair once it's plucked!

As my hand interlocked with hers, I was once again fearless! I stood alongside Harmony like a
handsome groom while calmly watching as our veins interconnected beneath the skin to become
one joining. We were now one flesh! One unique being that was graciously adapting to its new world.

As I began to absorb the imagery of this room, I saw a dated urn on the shelf atop
the fireplace. The ashes of a loved one. I cannot believe I actually felt like climbing
up there and opening it, but thought something might come flying out and bite me!

There were three paintings hanging on the wall,
one in particular caught my attention.

A cute little girl from another time dressed in Victorian era clothing and holding a lovable
puppy. The painting was notably old; so old it had a craquelure texture to it. She smiled
sweetly for me, like she would be there at the wedding. I then wondered if a renowned
artist had painted it. Adjacent to the fireplace along the wall sat an antique leather trim
steamer trunk that Harmony used to store her winter blankets in. Next to this and alongside
the left wall stood a sturdy vitrine with only half the amount of knickknack's in it. About ten
feet away from that stood a Baroque escritoire. This odd looking redundancy appeared to
be enjoying the festivities for he was tap dancing silently and in a chattering manner.

                                                                               Pg 224

As I looked over at a pair of gilt bronze ewers that stood at each side of the pier table,
I noticed each one was facing a different direction. I loved the way she decorated a room.
Everything in such perfect order as if each thing was somehow trying to present itself to me!
The way the candelabra sat atop the mantelpiece, or the gentle way the bellows had been hung
made me think of how wonderful she was. Even something so simple as the log resting in the
andiron through the fireplace ensemble now appeared precious to me. Just then harmony
began to walk into the living room, and since we could not be separated, I followed. 

“Look at it now,” she said, pointing in amazement at the seventeenth century French
carved cupboard. As we approached this aberrant creature; this surrealistic nightmare
of epic proportion, I told harmony to stop; that we should not go any further to it.
“Don't worry, we're old friends,” she said giggling. “You're safe! As we were almost
upon it, I contemplated this extraneous and enlarged living box. Dazzled was I, yes, but
more so, there was something within me telling me to
proceed with extreme caution.

There were naked women around its borders fondling themselves. Cherubs in scrolls wanting
to speak. Mad screaming faces of baboon-like humans who were, in fact, Indian chiefs who ate
too much pudding. There was the face of a young boy exploding out of a sunflower and finally,
two young men with flaccid organs carrying a basket of treats to the king. Without warning,
I catch her attempting to stroke one of the figures! She was stroking it!!! What the. . .

They're getting hard!!!

My mouth dropped open leaving my jaw to hang
for there was now, no way of closing it.

I moved back with an unsteady gait and nearly faltered.

For some odd reason, my brain now felt like it was mainly

composed of a series of unstable elements, and had I fallen
to the floor, I honestly believe I would have discharged on
and disintegrated; that is how worthless I felt,
yet I could
do nothing but stand there!

My mouth like a gaping hole!!!

I could not believe Harmony would make me watch as she satisfied these mutant beasts
with her irresistibly warm fingers. As I began stewing in my own distemperance, I had a
very lucid moment of clarity. Have I gone mad, that I could be puzzled by a piece of
ingracious furniture?
I then heard or thought I heard the Baroque escritoire rollicking
in the next room! I'm not sure what he was doing, but I did envision those drawers
of his pumping in and out like a quiet accordion in its passive feast!

At some point, I really thought he was going to come
galloping in and rescue me from this madness.

What was I worried about anyway?
Are they not pieces of wood
carved and affixed as an adornment?

They can see, but they think.
They can hear, but can't voice an opinion.
They enjoy being touched and can even produce an erection. . .

Now I'm really upset!!!

Alas, they are most certainly (((not))) mere pieces-of-wood!
Pieces of wood do not lick their lips; pieces of wood do not yawn!

On the other hand, they cannot simulate living matter as to run
across a hillside; neither can they form true expression, unless
it was a feature in their initial design. Since they cannot possess
any habits or mannerisms, there is nothing to worry about! Either
way, it wouldn't stop me from feeling the way I was feeling inside.

Just the way she was touching it. The way 'it' was enjoying her touch
made me insanely jealous! I could not watch this spectacle any longer
and had to turn away. At this point, I was almost about to sever hands.

                                   The Relics - Inside outside

I could not believe she had insinuated herself into their retreat. It was
just so baffling to me! Oh, she knew I was jealous all right. The way
she was smirking as I teetered there like a busted ventriloquist dummy!

Why did it even matter?

Were they going to come crawling out of the woodwork
and invite themselves to my party?

It's my party you wooden bastards!!!

                              The Impac - Too far out

                                                                               Pg 225

As I studied this necromantic absurdity; this menagerie of horrors, which by rights should have
been burned during the Middle Ages, I noticed that the whole structure of the outside housing
was resting firmly on the backs of four tiny dogs with lion faces and big bulbous feet! “Come,”
she said to me, and used her thumb to close my jaw. “Thanks,” I said, as I took a step forward.

At this moment, I could plainly see all my worrying was in vain, for each one
of them was now acting as if they were either drunk, poisoned or dying. 

Such is the price one must pay to become greater than himself.

As we left to enter another room, I felt a bit sad that I had to watch them
die like that. Sometimes life can be unpredictable and unfair,
but life is
never without its reasons. Everything that happens, happens
for a reason
and there is nothing you can do about it, except
change the course you're on,
if you find in your heart it's all wrong.

As I poured out my sentiment to her, in the way only a child could have,
she got down on both knees while sitting comfortably on the inner portion
of her thighs. Looking up at me, as though I were a soldier going off to war,
she spoke in the voice of a devoted wife.

“When I look at you, I can see past that closed door. The door to a wonderful future
together. A door that is still closed. I know you will do right by me, and for this reason
alone, I will not trade you for the world. I love you more than my own heart beating.
Every beat is yours and you're growing so fast. I know you will do what is right my love,
and I will take such good care of you Charlie, I promise.”
I was so touched by the display
of affection, that I fell into those beautiful brown eyes of hers and got lost. I wanted to
stay there forever and live in them. Then she kissed me on my forehead.

                                     Abba - I've been waiting for you

There was nothing evil or wrong with what we were doing.

It was the purest form of love, and this I will never deny.

Oh my darling, had it not been for you, the mysteries of this world

I could have never known and love may have been nothing special.
I am sure you would not scorn me for exposing our love unto them.

*The children of the world*

For you once said to me that “if my life were
a book, then you'd be the words,”
because I had given you so much
for someone so young and so sweet.
Remember my love?

And one day the whole world was going to see us and marvel
at our love.
We came so close baby. . . We came so close.

                                                                               Pg 226

Toward the middle of this strange trip, I felt I was getting smaller.

Younger and smaller, until the mighty hands of time unwound its arms,
leaving me helpless. Standing withing a shell of dreams, I could only
envision things getting
worse. There was no resolve at this level.

I was fading away.

My mind was in a state of confusion as evolution cast an umbrage
of despair over mankind. A wave of terror so pronounced, I could
almost see its personage beginning to take shape by the cellar stairs.

I didn't know if I should sit, stand, speak, sing or scream!
me wanted to run, and run fast, but there was nowhere to go.
With imagination on the rise, and a chemical imbalance replacing
any form of normalcy, I was either going to die, or I was going to
become insane. Either way I looked at it, there'd be no returning.

I asked the enchantress of the black forest for an explanation.
My consort immediately replied, “c
hange is necessary.

“It is the man inside of you stepping forth from the boy.”

Do not fight him, he is my lover.” 

She also reassured me by saying, “it's all right, the most important
thing to do now is relax.” I couldn't relax, for I lost the ability to
remember how! She then unbuttoned her blouse and put my hand
on her breast. So that's how we do it, I thought, rather speechless!

Amazed as the weight of the world was lifted from my spirit!

Still, there is something very wrong going on in here. I am getting younger
cannot stop! At this rate, I'm going to be a blossoming fetus on the couch
in less than the span of a half hour! My parents will then learn what it is, me
and Harmony have been doing together in our quiet time. They may attempt
to do terrible things to her, possibly send her to jail and I will not be able
to stop them! How will I even be able to communicate my emotions when
I am but a few weeks old and helpless? I was regressing back in time. . .

If not in body and spirit,
then in mind, and the mind is everything!

This cannot be happening now!

My brain was unraveling.
The pretzel was becoming knotted.
A head full of hair was now growing in reverse.

I was getting tangled up in the madness.

My skull felt abnormally weird,
while my brain began to divide.

Like the man with two heads at each shoulder who thinks and
answers at the same time! My God, what is happening to me?

I thought of my dilemma and could not lay it to rest. The more I
thought about it, the more unresolved it became until I panicked,
and the whole night was in danger of turning into an apocalypse!

How absurd was the fact, that through all this, I honestly believed
I had the mind of a fully grown adult? An adult who stood firm in
curiously piecing together the puzzle known as life, but now if I could
only stop shrinking!!! The last thing I wanted to do was become a
developing infant again, but it was happening right before my eyes!

I could see my veins pumping blood to all the organs, for my skin had become
translucent, and if asked, I could have drawn a rather impressive anatomy chart!

I had absolutely no idea what was going on at this point for people were talking
in my head, and the turmoil was becoming even more absurd. They wanted to know,

more than I was letting on, and gradually I was losing the part of myself I needed
to exist. Gazing at my arm hanging down, there were no longer balloon-like veins
swollen and pronounced; they have diminished from fear and were now removed.

It was in this hour where I asked Harmony if she could please help me.
“I need you to save me, cause I just can't hold on anymore.”

She held my little hand in hers, and spoke to me in the voice of a whisper.

“To be a man, you must first be an embryo.”
I then said,I feel like an embryo man.

*Harmony laughed*

“You can't be both silly!
You have to choose one, and that is what you will become.”

“Do you choose to be an embryo, or do you choose to be a man?”

“I choose to be a man.”
“Then my little prince, you shall be my man.”

Harmony put a hand to my forehead and another upon my heart, when I began
to feel an immense power. Similar to the rays of the sun was this overwhelming
feeling of flowing heat, penetrating the very layers of my conscious being!

Blowing away the evil fortress that had been erected on fear and lies,
and turning all man made instability into a simplistic children's rhyme.

Within minutes, I began to feel a complete turnaround!

That black hole which was about to consume my very body, mind,
and soul, would now have to find another universe to swallow.
It disappeared inside the darkness of its own self, allowing me the
dignity of continuing to be with the only person I ever truly loved.

Yes, the spell had been broken and instantly reversed,
until I felt I was getting older again. Older and taller still!

“You did it,” I proclaimed unfettered! “You saved me!!!”

“Did you think I was just going to leave you there?”

“No but. . .” “Shhhhhhh, don't speak; just hold me.”


                                                                                 Maywood - I believe in love

                                                                               Pg 227

I will never forget that wonderful weekend. Thank you baby.
Indeed, she was the essence of kindness in a totally loving way.
A princess in an age of madness, and I was the prince who was
once a frog. I then thought, how can God love me this much?

To give me so much, it just didn't add up. It was the finest gift
anyone on this solar system could ever have given me. I loved
her more now than I ever did before, and I needed her to such a
degree it would become crippling. If I went without seeing her for
a day or two, I would begin to exhibit symptoms that were like painful
withdrawals, accompanied by feelings of shock, delusion, terror,
helplessness, and that of being unequivocally lost. As time went
on, these feelings would only intensify in nature.

The longer I went without seeing her, the worse they became.

Woe unto you who do not believe in nightmares,
for I tell you they are real.

It was a Thursday, December 12th. I went over to her house
and looked in through the side window. Harmony hadn't been
feeling well for the past month or so, and this was no flu. Rapidly,
she had lost her beautiful complexion, and I could now see her
struggling to get up from the couch, but I couldn't tell for sure.

I used my key to enter and asked her if everything was all right.

Why wouldn't it be?” she said. I then saw the jar on the counter, she
must have been trying to open earlier. I turned it with all my might and
it opened up. “You're getting weak,” I said foolishly. She smiled in that
sad way. “You're getting stronger and I'm getting weaker,” she said.

“You don't look so good,” I responded, now realizing her face was becoming
gaunt. Her body, emaciated. “I feel even worse,” she said trying to smile.
“Are you sure you're okay?” Harmony nodded while looking down at the
floor, and I didn't like that feeling I was getting pit of my stomach.

I then reminded her of something she told me when we first met.

That we could only be friends, if we were completely honest with
another. She then began to sob uncontrollably. “Please don't
cry,” I begged her, as I rubbed her arm in a slow circular motion.
When I asked her why she was crying, she simply put her index
finger upon my lips and looked deeply into my eyes. “Love me,”
she said through her tears, and I did, only this time it felt wrong.

As if it was no longer Harmony I was making love to. I could not
shake the feeling that I was somehow hurting her, and so I tried to
be as gentle as humanly possible by positioning the weight of my
body upon my forearms. “Don't forget me little prince,” I heard
her say faintly under her breath as we made the Heaven's glow,
through the passionate love we created together.

That was the last time I ever saw her.

                                                                               Pg 228

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