A story about creativity and communication

I'm running away from these people on a huge boat.

Its because they want to get clothes on me.

(I am running naked)

Not any old clothes, but these really horrible uncomfortable ones.

I have to take all these lifts to get away from this authority lady.

She catches me up eventually, and I try to get some of my own clothes
on while running, so as to keep her happy and perhaps not get me into
these horrible restrictive clothes.

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I'm at a garden place in a new town.

We have just finished a plant stall, and we have been selling plants
and seeds. I have a few plants left and ask around if any one wants
them. I need someone to take them off me, I don't want to have to take
them back home.

My dad is critical of them, - one of them has canker, - but just
before the end of the event this group of lads who have just started
up a food growing project say they will take them.  They even agree to
give me some money for them and I get them to write me a check.

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This female friend of mine wants to meet up with me after the event.
We haven't really got time but I meet her all the same, and she takes
me to this makeshift bed in a garage.

I know what she wants. I don't know if I want to give it to her, as
she has only just come out of a relationship, and has already told me
that she wants to be on her own, but perhaps a little intimacy won't
do either of us any harm. It has been a while for both of us.

She wraps her legs around me, and I put my hands on her waste and pull
her towards me.

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I go back to their - the people who bought my plants -
place. It is a bit of a mess and they live in a poverty like way, and I meet
two of their friends. One of them is sick and angry with a cold and
cough,  and the other one is very quiet and looks sad.


The quiet one is drawing away with a pen on the paper and the sick one
is feeling bad and sitting on the sofa and chatting.

They have a dog that is quite mad as well.

The quiet one who has been drawing starts to panic, and he contorts
and twists as if he's having a fit or a seizure. I sit by him and try
to help. I'm not sure why he is doing this and he doesn't answer my
questions. The friend who is sick, and also quite annoying and
aggressive in is behaviour and language says he will help.

I'm not sure if this will help as he does not have any compassion in
him for this quiet friend of his. But then I hardly know these people
so who am I to judge?

The sick person gets up and gives this quiet friend a big marker pen,
and sits down and gives the quite person his attention. On a big bit
of paper on the ground the quiet friend writes out very clearly for
all to see -

'Darren is a penis'

It is written beautifully and everyone reads it. Darren turns out to
be the sick one who is not very kind.

Now the quiet friend calms down, and points silently to other things
he has written.

One of their friends points out one in big letters

'Men are moaners'

"He wrote that one quite a while ago while we were all moaning about
things" he says.

A realization dawns on me. This quite friend can't speak. He talks
through writing, and his friends have been ignoring what he's been
trying to tell them and so the frustration at not being heard by them
got to overwhelm point and he started to loose it.

Now he's got our attention, he writes out many more things, which are
clever and witty. Here is a mind that is wise and beautiful and just
needs to be heard.

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Now I go into the kitchen and out into the garden. Turns out to me
conor and jimmys place in sheffield.  The dog escapes into the yard
but gets fiercely chased back into the house by some really fierce
dogs of the neighborhood. I have to jump over a fence to stop myself
getting mauled and find myself by the sea side.