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she told me, you need to be more social. good advice to a superhero, don't you think? at first i thought she was kidding at me. she. team's psychologist. never understood, what is she doing in the system. too young, too usual. but they think, it's necessary. the problem is that in our world everything is according to the law of harmony and balance. so when you've got superpowers, you loose some other usual abilities. for example... me. i can't have any connection to alcohol, tobacco or any other drugs... yes, it's a little bit hard with all this stress i've got after work... so do i need a psycho-help in this case?
ok, ok. i will try. don't look at me with this big cow eyes.
evening. the day wasn't hard, the world is still spinning round. today was sun, but evil doesn't care.
my super-nick-name is rocketgirl. i can't tell what superpowers do i have - it's forbidden. but believe me, enough to work in the system. i live in the world of hard rules. can't change anything. nothing matters. only peace on the earth does. the earth is parted between different power-blocks - can't tell more. forbidden. my block is responsible for a half of europe and a half of asia. they've decided. that's why i live in the small flat in the nearest city... shitty Moscow-city... lonely, but never alone. one of them i always have near: special agent sweeper [australian guy, he was special trained to be my assistant, so he is like my right hand. sometimes like left. he is a mind sweeper. nice and very organized. and he is koala], also a baby-rabbit is always around [he is here accidentally. accidentally appeared in my special pocket - later about that], two kiwis stayed here for uncertain term... but they are ok. also two neighbors in the flat: a girl [just a resident, but try to be very mysterious] and a sheep [very, very good sheep with bad habbits]. also i have good friend here. i call him kopanda, but he is a resident too. pretty smart one. as you could see, nothing really special.
but at the moment, i'm sick. big problems with my heart. problem is that actually i don't have a heart like a full heart... i have only a quarter of it it's a long story. long ago i lost a half. but i survived and became a superhero [balance-law]. and now my life turned in a such way that i had to send a quarter of my heart to the other part of planet, because another superhero needs it. but i didn't expect that now... here...the part which is still with me will be also damaged. fuck. so complicated, i guess, for the first socializing. in any case don't forget, that i'm just a female-superhero. and superheroes have their own special kind of weakness... so i'm just sitting here and feeling this ache. ache. ache... more social... ha! residents...

Southwestern Archeology in the National Park system, Those Who Came Before, Robert H. Lister, Florence C. Lister.

I think they must be kachinnas with their wedge shape indicating an emergence from some lower plane. I wish I could think of something to say about the round or oblong figures with the stripe. (I saw a picture in today's books that had a shape like the striped roundish one, but now I have lost it. The Karen group behind me started to make that Walt Disney character bubble sound like a fish which I associated with that recent movie with the blue aliens which the handsome Kim's husband tormented me with at Sugar House Coffee when I came upstairs and feigned offering me friendship. I didn't ever see the movie so I don't know if any character in it talked that way. This man would stand as a good example (I'm talking about Ken Payne. I've accidentally come to this pic for some reason I don't recall.) of the soldiers anti-war protesters might have called "baby killer". I remember they would block whatever transportation soldiers were returning and shout cruel epithets like this one. I think I remember an article covering a time when they blocked a train full of returning Viet Nam soldiers headed for a "welcome home ceremony" by laying on the track. I think they were trying to counter the mythologizing of war and victory by mythologizing its evil. I tried to express this idea by quoting some of the common phrases used to describe civil war battles such as [[]] but the black and whites ridiculed it by mimicking me in some vignette or other. I sort of think that when Ronald Reagen laid a wreath on the SS tomb, he was addressing this issue in symbol. I think I have remembered, so I guess I'll go try to find it now.) I think I want to connect this pic with the one in which I have quoted the passage from 1 Peter 8-13 Unto whom it was revealed, that not unto themselves, but unto us they did minister the things, which are now reported unto you by them that have preached the gospel unto you with the Holy Ghost sent down from heaven [or up from creation like where Elias turns the hearts of the children to their fathers and so on. The heaven's after all are in the dilated air of the firmament above and below.]