mayford my best joy today was when four deer came to visit four lanky siblings three boys and a girl i think until today they kept their distance i usually roll apples out to them and they stay thirty or thirty five feet away but today the youngest one the girl couldn't quite get a grip on a raffle she kept nudging it until it rolled toward me she ended up only six feet away constantly glancing up at me looking me over carefully until she decided i didn't look like trouble when she turned her attention back to her apple she didn't notice me any more and likewise with the others once they were convinced i was not going to be a problem they were truly more interested in the tasty bites on my trees and the tasty buds on my shrubs i stood still and watched them for fifteen maybe even twenty minutes until the wandered off across the road and into the forest for each girl he's equal the only noticeable difference today was my sexual need was well satisfied by gina so when i was with samantha two hours later my full attention was focused on her sexual need her specific responses moment to moment my own pleasure was only a gentle background home not a distraction under these circumstances getting samantha off was the whole point of the goings on i was already well taken care of now at midnight i dos off fully pleased with the results of the day we pleased with both my lovely girls a sixty year old man could not wish for more what more would i want than to beautiful young women willing women both friendly considerate and relatively undemanding as young women go after fifty years of interacting with women of all ages i fully expect women to be relentless demanding most of the time meeting face six that may have been levitating in the woods near discovery bay the day i met face for an hour or an early morning i walk among second gro pints pause in a grassy clearing to lean back against a cedar and feel the sun fall on my face three deer into the meadow from the far side now standing still looking intently at me there tense ready to sprint off at any sudden move i realize these deer do not know me not like the deer in my back yard i must earn their trust not really wanting to work that hard i turn my attention elsewhere and look up to the bright blue sky with those slow puffy clouds and i feel that rush of joy at my view of the snow covered ridge of the moment that mountains we truly appreciates that sunny days in the pacific northwest after january february march and most of april shrouded like a tomb in gray skies or worse miserably cold rain and some weeks with no sun at all the sky the dear the mountains the put me in a good mood i feel the weight of my humanity fall away the ominous weight of our slave civilizations the weight of suffering of millions of people here and elsewhere here the suffering of commuters living further and further away from their jobs hours and hours away from their jobs and the boredom of jobs trapped behind desks in an economic system beyond their control all of its all adults here are required to earn tens of thousands of dollars each year elsewhere as in india not even basic survival is assured farmers living without water unable to grow food or the chinese poor in mountains of garbage or being a row hendra you mean maher lately i look at the tall buildings in seattle in bellevue as crematoriums they look like giant roach traps built to crush human souls built to incinerate human imaginations through repetitive behavior and to mold each worker into a cyborg slave for the collective good of corporations this is not a civilization this is forced assimilation resistance is futile all is unbearable wait falls away in the spring sunlight below mountains my feet leave the ground i float up three feet above the ground i'm not startled this is happened before i'm not afraid as i rise higher ten feet up and i move slowly forward navigating between tree trunks all this motion is a quiet spontaneous force of will to glide left i simply look left and think of that direction i sense no physical means of propulsion and need no motion of my arms legs or hands to change direction to rise or to descend i think it and the motion to curse the deer glance up but aren't surprised as if human levitation is normal in their world like the levitation of birds their world and their world view vastly different from the world view of commuters those men and women now inside office buildings adapting to the world view of the one percenters the one percenters who make the businesses go and the one percenters who govern states and nations all these people even the one percent are trapped in an invented reality having little to do with how people might interact if given an opportunity to do so it crosses my mind the boeing engineers and the microsoft engineers who live so close by have all underestimated the power of our human psyche the engineers look for physical and mathematical descriptions reality and while those descriptions of reality are essential to their work those descriptions do not tell a whole story if they told the whole story i would not at this moment be flying just above the tree tops below her cambridge i have no scientific explanation for my flight nor do i need one not wishing to attract the attention of tourists with binoculars return east and glide low between trees near blim and cruise the shore of discovery bay on a state ro a dirt road where no unauthorized persons are supposed to be i see a girl walking i descend but remain six feet above the ground in stealth mode i fly silent lay prone in the classic superman pose was my previous flying posture was fully upright standing position feet forming the angle of an oblong square the girl is not notice me i stay fifty yards behind her and ten to twenty feet from the road concealed by cedars i usually wear cedar bottom cream clothes civically for this purpose after a few minutes she leaves the road following it deer firm covered slow down to a stream clear water gurgles over small smooth stones the girl sits down takes off her luck hiking boots and her thick gray socks and splashes her feet into turns her face up to the sky eyes closed her face half lit and half in shadows as the noonday sun cast patterns down through black cottonwood leaves here i lapse into the present tense i cannot say i fell in love with a in that moment but i want to meet her and kiss her i want to brush back her black hair who hold her young face in my hands and kissed her re lips i wanted to press my lips on her white oval face and say something romantic who knows what i don't know any romantic phrases which would make any sense to any young woman my passionate response makes me nervous i'm intruding on the privacy of this girl i'm a sleazy boy or lusting for a warm young body a dirty old man hiding behind a tree making sure his are still close i rise up and i flee the scene confused and almost desperate to get away i want to get away before she does something truly wonderful something irrevocably oh like taking all her clothes off a beautiful woman nude in the forest the thought is just too exciting to bear in such a hurry and such a fluster i lose my navigational skills and rush hard into the branches of a cedar tree bam i nearly knock myself out landing on my fanny with a loud crunch of twigs i get my hands speared my blackberry bushes i slowly untangle myself from the blackberry violence and move off the shameful excuse for a levitating man a miserable man a pathetic builder of my mourning dove then three crows start up a racket in the tree right above me some philosophical or political discussion has fallen into name calling and general abuse the birds can no longer hold civil conversation the great hor  owl joins in who who as if telling the crows to shut up the cool water feel so good my script hands refreshing and soothing of my face after a few minutes my calm returns and i start to smile at the ridiculousness of my adventure the sixty year old flying man spying on the lovely woman in the woods hoping she will take her clothes off and then he crashes into a tree i start laughing out loud i did not even care anymore if the girl hears me or not seeing the beaches close by i walk a hundred yards north to reach the cool salty breeze i find a large driftwood tree and lean back in the sunshine i begin to doze off  i low the gentle female voice startles me awake opening my eyes i turn my head to see the girl standing just three feet away a great burst of confusion and surprise sends me up up into the levitating six feet about the sand i hang there my legs dangling limp my arms dangling limp my astonished old cock fully erect pressing the zipper of my jeans the girl smiles up at me extending an arm with an open hand she reaches up to shake my hand she says hello my name is face facing as i'm concerned about my levitation and politely averts her eyes for my embarrassing bolch she acts as if both these situations are normal and completely ok with her i t my body down into the superman posture to conceal my rection and shake her hand as graciously as possible i mumble lois my name is tom green these are the only words that come to mind face hand is smooth and warm and strongly gripping my hand it is the decisive grip of a woman who knows what she wants and declares her intentions without hesitation face as i found her notebook town green she smiles you must fall for your pocket when you're wrestled with the tree i slowly descend and with my feet firmly on the ground i now have the courage to make earlier conversation i say well thank you miss thank you farai and she hands me the dark blue note book i had the notebook is important to me i sometimes wri down my adventures you know the flying thing you don't seem surprised by that if you've seen levitating people before now and then she replies not very often you're the first one i've seen in washington state she pauses and smiled shyly i have a few unusual habits of my own perhaps i can tell you about them sometime give her a polite response i'm looking into a cobalt blue eyes eyes with flecks of amber no brighter than amber flex of gold she wears a dark green hoodie zipped up almost to her chin and black sweatpants her feet are bare her hiking boots are secured to her camouflage backpack though obscured by loose fitting clothes i noticed her generous curves her hips being slightly wider than her upper body her breasts i guess to be midsized neither large or small i imagine generous handfuls ample friendly comfortable still smiling patiently accepting my quiet almost rude assessment o she says now that you had a good look would you like to go for a walk in barest again i try to remain calm and say yes yes think you fail i would like that she slips  arm around my elbow and whispers your welcome mr green and she leads me down the beach she pats me on the chest with her free hand looking into my eyes she says you are ok tom green i like you twenty eighth of may if i could float on my stream of consciousness or swim in my stream of consciousness my story would perhaps be more coherent and believable as things are i must tell about my love  will yes i do face a and the natural world around us find levitating humans disturbing not at all even the nervous douglas squirrels don't seem to mind when i've flown up toward their homes and the deer who visit my backyard are pleased life float above them and been taller branches down to help them feed this past week i've taken to riding the largest buck i so lightly on his back suspending my full weight at all times the book feels only an occasional caress from my thoughts and bottom fairly also rides deer she prefers to write nude in early mornings during summer more than one half awake commuter and it's nearly driven off our country roads before boarding the kingston or the bainbridge ferry i imagine they think they have had some bizarre psychotic episode or a waking dream the commuters drink black coffee on the ferry and once at work they feel comforted by the clearly defined reality of their cubicles and the familiar routine the repetitive process of earning money only a few just a few will think further about the beautiful naked girl riding the deer across a misty meadow and caressing the velvety horns of her young stag those lucky stun commuters i've known f for three weeks and i've only seen her naked during the past week our first sexual interaction happened while we were watching turner classic movies we were laying on the couch in my home watching a spaghetti western play had rested on her wide hip my right hand on her fanny relaxed but both fully awake we lay fully clothed paying more attention to each other than to the movie so social courtesy not wishing to offend anyone or draw unnecessary attention when shopping at sunny farms or safeway or q of c faye also wears a bra when we go to the seven cedars casino she does not wish her sexuality to explode any pacemakers or cause respiratory failure and she knows some older women would inevitably scal seeing her firm breasts pressed against then summer shirts often with nipples or wrecked showing through the fabric face courtesy in the casino in the grocery store never causes her to wear clothing when writing d fate has none of the personal and practical experience of gina and samantha unlike gina and samantha fayez never considered the hooker business to be a reasonable way to earn money being a hooker is far too intrusive for a shy girl from appleton wisconsin being a willing physical slave even when the pay is good simply is not possible for some people for a it's not allow herself to be a slave to anyone not for love not for money fourth of june what interests me most about where i live below the olympic mountains a friend to deer with faye sleeping peacefully in my bed what interests me most is the lack of clearly defined reality that clearly defined reality of men and women in seattle and bellevue and redmond people struggling to make a living or people making good money but struggling to define their lives in a meaningful way but clearly defined reality of millions of people is killing them they live and die in giant roach traps millions of people will die this year from a lack of imagination heart disease is not the leading cause of death among men in the united states desperate clearly defined realities and a general lack of imagination are the leading cause of death in the united states of america there is an epidemic of small imaginations especially among the one percenters among the people who run corporations and governments it is the malnourished and deceased imaginations of the powerful which condemn hundreds of millions of people to live in poverty or to live lives of moderate luxury with no capacity for actual freedom or actual free will it is the one percenters who define the shape and content of our slate civilization and the rest of us just go along with it only god knows why eleven taking man and his girlfriend writing dear under a starfield sky it to em in june on the olympic peninsula that man and his girlfriend do not live by the cramped suicidal reality of people who live elsewhere the people who do not ride here the one percenters who run our state and federal government the one percenters who run our corporations do not ride deer perhaps they considered writing dear when they were three years old but that was a long time ago now but one percenters write their own egos and flaw those egos with vanity as written in ecclesiastics one fourteen i have seen all the works which have been done under the sun and behold all it's vanity and striving after wind that one is for you one percenters the one percenters strive each day to convince the rest of us they have everything under control their way of doing things is the most practical way the most rational way the logical and scientific way to create and run a thriving civilization their way sounds so much like the way of adolf hitler only dressed up with democratic and republican talking points and tailored to fit or twenty first century nationalist paranoia or dressed up in some kinder and gentler self confident self serving public television geist and the suffering of tens of millions of people in the united states the suffering the fellow citizens truly does not matter the only thing that matters is preserving the clearly defined reality the reality in which our one percenters remain in charge at the top of the heap in this reality the rest of us exists specifically to serve and to be used to increase quarterly and annual profit margins long ago in my teens i stopped caring about that objective and that suicidal reality my brother was not so lucky he played by the rules of the one percenters worked as an actuary then started his own retirement planning business which crashed and burned then he stole all his family's money to prop up that failed business and then he shot himself in the head in twenty eight the one percenter propaganda dresses up economic slavery in designer shoes and promotes clever gadgets and i phones are propaganda tells us the one percenters or heart it work creating useful and fun devices and software for the little people to make the were on a safe cozy and wildly entertaining place for all the little people the generous hard work of the one percenters is designed to set the little people free so they might live happy comfortable lives and make tens of thousands of cheerful babies which are in fact essential to maintaining the annual corporate profit margins over the next few decades are one percenters like mr trump and all the members of the house and senate want us to believe they have it all figured out and they are working for the greater good they have it all figured out until an economic crash like two thousand and eight or a heroin epidemic or a homelessness crisis none of those nation killing problems were caused by an act of god or a natural disaster those problems are caused by delusional men and women making bad decisions sometimes the problems are caused by the deliberate and different choices of one percenters to make a billion or two and the suffering and destruction only continues when the rest of us buy into the one percenter view of reality and participate and cooperate with that invented a view of how civilizations work truthfully i would rather spend my days and nights having orgasms with a writing dear and writing outrageous works of fiction i'd rather do that than participate in any of the ugly nonsense which occurs on the seattle side of puget sound or on my side of  bangor my other lovers will be at a few little girls in seattle in renton the former hookers are still trapped on the seattle side destined to be economic slaves and there is not one damn thing i can do about it