Bakelite and Altered States
Savage Grace. See also 1904.
"Darling, it's Pippa. They say you've joined a cult."
ME: "Someone called you?"
PIPPA: "I don't see how. This number is strictly ex-directory."
ME: "Right. Plus, you being dead and all."
PIPPA: "It has its advantages."
ME: "No, I have not joined a cult."
PIPPA: "It's that prophecy you made the other day."
ME: "Well first of all it's not exactly a prophecy. And it has to do with the Blog. And it's supposed to be a surprise. And okay, I can see now how you might interpret what I said that way, but --"
PIPPA: "People make assumptions, darling. You can't blame them."
ME: "I suppose I see your point. Heaven's Gate -- so creepy."
PIPPA: "And you've been talking about altered states of consciousness and transcending ego and all that, don't deny it."
ME: "Through meditation. World of difference."
PIPPA: "It does still rather have a cultish ring about it, though."
ME: (petulant) "But why? Just because I'm trying to achieve a higher level of awareness and shift to a different plane without the use of drugs or alcohol or nicotine or chemical additives or sex or -- for crying out loud, I used to sit on the porch and do nothing but smoke cigarettes and drink Diet Coke and think I was having a busy day. I've been working awfully hard on myself since then, you know."
PIPPA: "Of course you have, darling."
ME: "Stripping away all the impediments, the resistance, the Ego, the attachments, the stuff that's in the way of self-realizing, the --"
PIPPA: "Some people, however, prefer a different path."
ME: "You mean, like Zen?"
PIPPA: "I mean, like Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll."
ME: "Oh."
PIPPA: "If you recall, it has its charms."
ME: "Well, okay, fine. If it works, knock yourself out. I just couldn't ever get any of it to last long enough."
PIPPA: "Any of what, my possum?"
ME: "Anything outside myself."
PIPPA: "Oh that. But none of that lasts."
[Pause]
ME: "Does anything last, Pippa?"
PIPPA: "Only Love, my pet. Only Love."
ME: "You promise?"
PIPPA: "I promise. Love is all there is."
ME: "Like the song. All you need it Love."
PIPPA: "Exactly."
ME: "Suddenly I feel like Nicole Kidman in Moulin Rouge."
PIPPA: "Of course you do, darling. Of course you do."




truly, nothing sounds better than sitting on the porch, smoking and drinking!
i don't believe in love.
uh oh.
xxx
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