Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Marie

What does the name Marie mean?

Sea
Sky
Star of the Sea, Star of the sky. Sea

Beauty, what an empty word, of pleasure, pleasure-seeking, the best feature, the best advantage.
What more does it mean to say that Marie, you are universally a beauty? Marie, you a seek pleasure, it is your best feature, your greatest advantage.

Marie is a gorgeous name, I see a woman with blond hair and great bangers.

Bitter
Bitters, soaked in evening, evening, Sea of bitterness and sorrow,

Wished-for, such wishes! How many wishes in this sea, sky

Marie Laveau

Marie Laveau looked in the mirror and said what do I have in common with any other Marie's at any other given time in history. What year is it and when am I born. No one knows Marie Laveau's exact death or birthday. How do we know who we are when we do not know when we are born. We are born the exact same way. Marie came from a vagina. She bled later in her life because she has a vagina. These things are not mutually exclusive. Marie came from a vagina and when she came out it is said that everyone got the giggles, everyone got to giggling, no body could stop, even though Marie was crying, but then Marie smiled, 20 minutes old. The only baby to smile as soon as they were born. That magic, every Marie has a magic. How many Marie's does it take to screw in a lightbulb? None, says Marie Laveau, we are lightbulbs, we are light.

Marie Laveau in XXX. XXX as crossroads, as the place we meet outside of ourselves, to ask and to receive. Marie Laveau as pornography star, some mutation or perversion of a five pointed inaction.
Marie Laveau says, go ahead and take a picture but it will cost you. Go ahead and take a picture and put it on the Internet but I'm warning you, I'm warning, I see you with her and I'm warning you.

A millipede, a centipede, a house centipede, in fact. Attracted to water, attracted to flame. I threw a book on it and nothing happened, ancient animal. These have been around since the dinosaur era, forgive me. Marie says forgive me, do you know what you mean when you say it wouldn't die?
How did you kill it, poison? A book of poison? No, Freud, first the back (and hard) and the the spine of the book with all of my force, letting pages flop on either side, but the fucker would not die. I had to squash it, turned my carpet a bright Indian Red, a house centipede. I had to squash it and squash it until it was no more, until, until.

Marie says, the centipede means luck, it means peace in your home. Marie says, you just squashed any chance at all of success, good job.