St. Whoever

Again last night, I dreamt St. Whoever with a wad of fives. He was standing in tall grass and wouldn’t let me see his eyes. Every night, I have this dream but only once have I remembered. I feel my size and know that I may not speak to whoever.

The Virgin Mary’s sitting on the bare top of a mountain. An arrow of light pierces through the sky. The Virgin Mary’s knife tastes her wrist and then her lap becomes a fountain of that light.

This is the first day that it has stayed with me – must’ve woken before it erased. St. Whoever loved the Virgin Mary with her 6 arms and 4th dimension face.


~ by perfectionatrix on September 19, 2011.

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