Ebert and the Purple Cat by Carrie Walker Ebartholomew liked cats. “Mom,” he said one day, “can we get a cat?” “No,” she said. Her nostrils flared and steam came out of her ears. “Please,” Ebert fell to his knees, there was nothing more in the world he desired. “Ebartholomew, I’m losing my temper” His mother reached for his ear and yanked him to his feet. “Go to your room.” Ebert was distraught. He cried. His parents didn’t notice. One day as Ebert walked home from school he heard a voice. “Ebert take me home.” And before him ap- peared a purple cat. “Purple cat,”Ebert explained, “my mom said, > 99 ‘no cats’. “Ebert,” the purple cat replied, “there comes a time in everyone’s life when they must decide what’s truly important to them. Ebert your time has come.” “But purple cat. You must decide. I brought a frog home once and my mom pounded it. You have to make the decision.” “Ebert, you are right. If I returned with you, both of us would be unhappy, at least now one of us is free.” And with that the purple cat bounded away. Ebert waved happily then dropped his hand in despair. He slowly turned from where the purple cat once stood and plodded home. The purple cat lived happily ever after. If you had sex with three different people in the past year, and those three people each had sex with three different people, and those three people....(you get the idea), by the tenth level you will inderectly have had sex with 59,049 peo- ple. Chances are at least one of those people was H.I.V. positive. Wear a condom. Wow, I’m Pretty Stoned Lush freaking my mind Shoulder muscles frantic frenzy of celebration Grooving to the life given by the music- Freedom of action No doubt one would see lynch mobs, and of these people I am aware, no doubt it would be you. Lip service and back patting was the rally for anti-rascism. I had to leave after an hour or more saying “don’t fight’”’to the crowd quietly as I left. And to myself I was thinking how like a nazi demonstration it sounded, behind me. I had to roar that one. : I thought it was sad that “these people’, as I believe they like to be kown as, had to scare off a nazi demonstration, recruiting, or just a yellin’; its like someone’s screaming to ban free speach and the right to assembly. If we don’t listen to everything and everyone then we cannot engage in “their” understanding. We would not appreciate anything about them because you “do not tolerate their actions”. I say love your enemy and an enemy he no longer is. A young woman, I understand, went to the hospital with glass in her eye due to something thrown through a window in the entrance to the Century Plaza by a supporter of anti-racism out to “get their hands on one of those buggers”. Or something to that effect. Childish, alas we are all children again, we still don’t know where we are, without the time to stop to look. Working someplace where no doubt your personal best is denied, without compromising oneself that is. No doubt creating conveniences to make product to do everything for us, ego. All and everything we as people create is to reflect ourselves, to see more of ourselves, to understand and appreciate ourselves. I was freaked out one day looking at the horizon like card- board and the vast breathing void of sky throbbing in bright- ness, layered sun, swimming cloud fish float throght the currents. The birds bring me a message of shapes and numbers as far away the small formations went slowly by and from behind the cardboard world came three enormous seagulls with wings covering the horizons of my vision, blocking out the sun, soaring over me like three jetlineers and they all called out like out of heaven. AndI cried. Lifting my head, I looked about me, wondering what the audience looks like roaring and what enormous rad group is playing in my head. But instead I see a parking lot full of big funny-looking heads with tiny round legs. AndI laughed. Wow, just a minute, what transition from old ministry to Jimi Hendrix, ahhh, I mixed that myself, wonderful. Always reflecting and I say take down your mirror. I will reflect you, you will reflect me. I still can’t believe how violent is some peoples paths for peace, a war for peace, there’s never a good reason for war. One hand wants this group to go “home’ which is gone, destroyed, not where they are and otherwise quite unwelcome. And this hand wears a black leather glove and has fire in his eyes, confident and powerful, no doubt in condition of duty and purity, quite spiritual in itself, no doubt freedom from oppres- sion. Idealism sadly has death at the end of its path and I think we understand that killing is not a good thing. Crispin Glover is crazy but I like him, he’s cool. The other hand wears a cute bracelet, knuckles eager and blind. Another him, licking his paws and wanting the disposal or removal of the “other” group. No doubt, revenge is sweet. I think there is a sugar addiction in the room. Now these two hands, who happen to be left and right, deny each other and in the process, rape the body, rape and oppress the earth. Our evolution is developing faster as our numbers grow and our communication until the rate of repeat in style, belief, rights will implode to the true void and vacuum. We then will see our neighbour, and make it up as we go along. It’s time to welcome each other in. Hitler scared the shit out of everyone so bad, that the world had to become fascists to deal with the idea of nazis. I see around me fascists fighting fascists. Of course I’m sorry. I have Jesus Christ in my heart. Great truths were said by that man. Great things done. By the way, the picket signs concemed me with power to this and power to that and crossed-out swastikas here and other symbols, not unlike the swastikas there. Unpower and unsymbol, unsettle and unseparate. Illusion. The whole of everything. Sacred in some lands and souls. I Just believe in me. My love and me. Peace Sisters Peace Brothers -TED DIETRICH Ebert and the Purple Cat by Carrie Walker Ebartholomew liked cats. “Mom,” he said one day, “can we get a cat?” “No,” she said. Her nostrils flared and steam came out of her ears. “Please,” Ebert fell to his knees, there was nothing more in the world he desired. “Bartholomew, I’m losing my temper” His ‘mother reached for his ear and yanked him to his feet. “Go to your room.” Ebert was distraught. He cried. His parents didn’t notice. One day as Ebert walked home from school he heard a voice. “Ebert take me home.” And before him ap- peared a purple cat. “Purple cat,”Ebert explained, “my mom said, ‘no cats’, “Ebert,” the purple cat replied, “there comes a time in everyone’s life when they must decide what's truly important to them. Ebert your time has come.” “But purple cat. You must decide. I brought a ffog home once and my mom pounded it. You have to make the decision.” “Ebert, you are right. If I returned with you, both of us would be unhappy, at least now one of us is free.” ‘And with that the purple cat bounded away Ebert waved happily then dropped his hand in despair. He slowly turned from where the purple cat once stood and plodded home. The purple cat lived happily ever after. If you had sex with three different people in the past year, and those three people each had sex with three different people, and those three people. 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