i slept that night on Kurt and Jessica's couch.
The next morning I could barely wake up
.If i didn't know any better
I would have sworn i was "given something"
i could barely move my arms or legs
.I couldn't have had more than a half a cup of wine the night before
i heard Jessica close a door and heard her slippers entering the family room
she was yawning ,in her dressing gown
she must have seen i was awake and must have somehow sensed i wasn't well
as she touched her palm to my forehead and left it there as if sensing my temperature
"ah poor baby" she said ,"looks like someone has a boo-boo in their tummy.."
Jessica had told me last night she was the early riser "in the family" for she "to set up the little school for Neuronauts" which was temporarily in the basement ...
"the boo-boo" wasn't so much in my stomach I wanted to tell her but all over my body .
Jessica grabbed a set of blankets from the closet and placed them on top of me
.I didn't tell her I was burning up ,not cold,as she began swaddling the blanket around me making me turn this way and back
to really"cosy " me up.
I realized she was practicing the "swaddle " technique they sometimes used in Level One
for RE ADAPTIVE REGRESSION and to sooth our "infant souls"
I wasn't soothed though more like bound like a mummy almost..but I was too tired and too sick to say anything
especially because she had taken so much time to "tuck me in " like that
Jessica disappeared into the kitchen and eventually came back to the couch with a glass and a big jug of Hi -C disappearing once again into her bedroom.
She must have known I couldn't get to the glass or the Hi-C
as my arms were "stuck " in the swaddle..
I waited for her to come back and help me sip.
.I was thirsty ,hot and miserable.. hot as I was
my head felt like a "brain freeze" like you get from eating ice cream too fast
but this "freeze" didn't wear off.
Now dressed in her professional clothes,her teaching clothes,although obviously in a rush ,she took time to tilt my head "up" and let me sip 2 whole cups of the juice .She took a napkin and swabbed a little at my mouth"it looks like your wearing lipstick" she said about the Hi-C stain on my lips,when the doorbell rang and the first of several small and not so small children ,obviously dropped off by their parent began ringing the doorbell..Jessica laid my head gently back on the pillow ,"Duty Calls,"she said
a swirl of bright coats entered the family room single
not noticing me .
the kids .
the student making a bee line to down to the basement /school room
Jessica and kurt showed me the half finished basement last night
a washer and dryer
a ping pong table which served as the art room.
and several card tables surrounded by chairs
two very large TVs on tall platforms either side of a freestanding chalk board
according to Jessica "The Motherment" had closed The New Way School in Silverlake(temporally)
black mold was found in behind some of the sheetrock .
Kurt said the mysterious mold was probably "placed' there by Ruiners.
Like most Neuronauts ,the children of The New Way didn't go to regular schools
and The state was OK with this ,"though they made it very very difficult<" according to Jessica,who was licenced to do home schooling..HER way .The New Way so long as a "light load" of crammer ,math and social studies etc was introduced into the semester.
Mainly the children kept away from "regular ' school studied GR's early lecture's on "how to Be" from video tapes and GR's books.
Also alot of what Jessica called Three Dimensional Thought Instructives
so they would not have to undo the rash of words that RUINERS placed into young minds..using clay,Dixie cups,balsam wood helped the children how to think beyond words but in pictures.
"Another Woman named Donna ,a Neuronaut who used to teach in so called "regular" school helped out," Jessica had said the previous night ..
I supposed amongst the small jacketed kids that had entered the family room to get to the basement ..Donna must have come in a s well,I was so tired and so wide awake and so sick I barely noticed what was going on around me..I tried to get back to sleep but the sound of the children moving chairs kept me from doing so..
Jessica caring a stack of books set them aside on the coffee table and put the back of her hand to my forehead,when not giving me sips of Hi -C..She looked at me smiling.."a little better.."she said I guess referring to my forehead..sorry i am so rushed ..try to sleep it off.Kurt has off today and he likes to sleep late but i am sure when he wakes up he can drop me off either at the gym ,the waxing place or The King's Cross.May i suggest we get rid off that unibrow first? I already placed a call to a very good friend of mine who is superb with men..alright,..alright <"she said again although I had not answered.."So we can see how good you clean up huh?" She kissed my cheek and picked up her books from the coffee table .Opening the basement door ,she said
"if you need anything just knock on the basement door,don't wake Kurt.."The door closed behind her. I tried to get back to sleep,but everything seemed so loud..the muffled voice of Jessica teaching and the little sharp voices of the tiny voices of the kids answering back...going in and out of sleep..the sound of GR on the television downstairs..and suddenly I hands cover my eyes. Kurt crouched behind the foot of the couch where my head lay.He lets go off my eyes and his face is above me,so close i feel his "five o'clock shadow"
"Morning Dumbo ,"he says ,the Listerine on his breath like cold vapor.
Kurt moves stands up and moves in front of the big set of shelving that houses the TV ,his back toward me,he is only wearing jockey shorts no robe no slippers.He pops on the TV and puts a video in..a nature film about Rams in the high mountains . the narrator is speaking about the ram's horns..and how during mating season the rams push other rams off of the slippery mountains ...Kurt picks up a video camera and grabs a small tripod which he stretches to make taller .Next he puts the video camera on the tripod and faces the whole set up towards the couch. I see the red light go on indicated the camera is on.He has a big grin on his face and he he rubs his hands together ,pausing for a moment to watch a ram tumbling down the mountain
He goes behind the camera's eyepiece and makes some minor adjustments ,I hear the kids in the basement begin to sing,
"wider,: he tells me,"and if you scream Dumbo .I'll cut your Big Fucking ears off."
The next morning I could barely wake up
.If i didn't know any better
I would have sworn i was "given something"
i could barely move my arms or legs
.I couldn't have had more than a half a cup of wine the night before
i heard Jessica close a door and heard her slippers entering the family room
she was yawning ,in her dressing gown
she must have seen i was awake and must have somehow sensed i wasn't well
as she touched her palm to my forehead and left it there as if sensing my temperature
"ah poor baby" she said ,"looks like someone has a boo-boo in their tummy.."
Jessica had told me last night she was the early riser "in the family" for she "to set up the little school for Neuronauts" which was temporarily in the basement ...
"the boo-boo" wasn't so much in my stomach I wanted to tell her but all over my body .
Jessica grabbed a set of blankets from the closet and placed them on top of me
.I didn't tell her I was burning up ,not cold,as she began swaddling the blanket around me making me turn this way and back
to really"cosy " me up.
I realized she was practicing the "swaddle " technique they sometimes used in Level One
for RE ADAPTIVE REGRESSION and to sooth our "infant souls"
I wasn't soothed though more like bound like a mummy almost..but I was too tired and too sick to say anything
especially because she had taken so much time to "tuck me in " like that
Jessica disappeared into the kitchen and eventually came back to the couch with a glass and a big jug of Hi -C disappearing once again into her bedroom.
She must have known I couldn't get to the glass or the Hi-C
as my arms were "stuck " in the swaddle..
I waited for her to come back and help me sip.
.I was thirsty ,hot and miserable.. hot as I was
my head felt like a "brain freeze" like you get from eating ice cream too fast
but this "freeze" didn't wear off.
Now dressed in her professional clothes,her teaching clothes,although obviously in a rush ,she took time to tilt my head "up" and let me sip 2 whole cups of the juice .She took a napkin and swabbed a little at my mouth"it looks like your wearing lipstick" she said about the Hi-C stain on my lips,when the doorbell rang and the first of several small and not so small children ,obviously dropped off by their parent began ringing the doorbell..Jessica laid my head gently back on the pillow ,"Duty Calls,"she said
a swirl of bright coats entered the family room single
not noticing me .
the kids .
the student making a bee line to down to the basement /school room
Jessica and kurt showed me the half finished basement last night
a washer and dryer
a ping pong table which served as the art room.
and several card tables surrounded by chairs
two very large TVs on tall platforms either side of a freestanding chalk board
according to Jessica "The Motherment" had closed The New Way School in Silverlake(temporally)
black mold was found in behind some of the sheetrock .
Kurt said the mysterious mold was probably "placed' there by Ruiners.
Like most Neuronauts ,the children of The New Way didn't go to regular schools
and The state was OK with this ,"though they made it very very difficult<" according to Jessica,who was licenced to do home schooling..HER way .The New Way so long as a "light load" of crammer ,math and social studies etc was introduced into the semester.
Mainly the children kept away from "regular ' school studied GR's early lecture's on "how to Be" from video tapes and GR's books.
Also alot of what Jessica called Three Dimensional Thought Instructives
so they would not have to undo the rash of words that RUINERS placed into young minds..using clay,Dixie cups,balsam wood helped the children how to think beyond words but in pictures.
"Another Woman named Donna ,a Neuronaut who used to teach in so called "regular" school helped out," Jessica had said the previous night ..
I supposed amongst the small jacketed kids that had entered the family room to get to the basement ..Donna must have come in a s well,I was so tired and so wide awake and so sick I barely noticed what was going on around me..I tried to get back to sleep but the sound of the children moving chairs kept me from doing so..
Jessica caring a stack of books set them aside on the coffee table and put the back of her hand to my forehead,when not giving me sips of Hi -C..She looked at me smiling.."a little better.."she said I guess referring to my forehead..sorry i am so rushed ..try to sleep it off.Kurt has off today and he likes to sleep late but i am sure when he wakes up he can drop me off either at the gym ,the waxing place or The King's Cross.May i suggest we get rid off that unibrow first? I already placed a call to a very good friend of mine who is superb with men..alright,..alright <"she said again although I had not answered.."So we can see how good you clean up huh?" She kissed my cheek and picked up her books from the coffee table .Opening the basement door ,she said
"if you need anything just knock on the basement door,don't wake Kurt.."The door closed behind her. I tried to get back to sleep,but everything seemed so loud..the muffled voice of Jessica teaching and the little sharp voices of the tiny voices of the kids answering back...going in and out of sleep..the sound of GR on the television downstairs..and suddenly I hands cover my eyes. Kurt crouched behind the foot of the couch where my head lay.He lets go off my eyes and his face is above me,so close i feel his "five o'clock shadow"
"Morning Dumbo ,"he says ,the Listerine on his breath like cold vapor.
Kurt moves stands up and moves in front of the big set of shelving that houses the TV ,his back toward me,he is only wearing jockey shorts no robe no slippers.He pops on the TV and puts a video in..a nature film about Rams in the high mountains . the narrator is speaking about the ram's horns..and how during mating season the rams push other rams off of the slippery mountains ...Kurt picks up a video camera and grabs a small tripod which he stretches to make taller .Next he puts the video camera on the tripod and faces the whole set up towards the couch. I see the red light go on indicated the camera is on.He has a big grin on his face and he he rubs his hands together ,pausing for a moment to watch a ram tumbling down the mountain
He goes behind the camera's eyepiece and makes some minor adjustments ,I hear the kids in the basement begin to sing,
we've got The New Way Spirit
Deep in Our Shoes
Deep in our shoes
Deep in our Shoes
Deep in our shoes
we've got The New Way spirit Deep
in our shoes to stay ...aye aye
we've got The New Way Spirit
Deep in Our Knees
Deep in our Knees
Deep in our Knees
Deep in our Knees
we've got The New Way spirit Deep
in our Knees to stay -aye aye to stay ...aye aye
Kurt, looking at me he says ,"well,guess we might as well get to work huh?" He comes over to the couch and half sits on my chest half on the couch,I am still swaddled up like a mummy and can't move when Kurt takes off his underwear ,waves them at the camera and sticks his index finger in my mouth..
"wider,: he tells me,"and if you scream Dumbo .I'll cut your Big Fucking ears off."
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