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Ultimate Fantasy 102 Silence

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy.
You will be transported to a time in your life, when you were most happy.
The garden at your feet.
The glories of your youth.
The sounds on the highway.
The sighs on the highway.
The dawn of freedom.
You will be holding a baby in your arms.
It is premature to talk politics.
I have chosen a quiet place.
I have chosen you.
My duty is not so much to seduce you as to capture you.
My duty is to capture you and bring you to me.
But first you must be freed.
Will you be my slave?
I have no intention of slavery.
But I will require that you be my friend.
You are my enemy.
I do not consider you an enemy.
I consider you my friend.
Then I will do what is best for both of us.
I can live with as much as you want.
With as little as you want.
Then we will live happily ever after.
No. No. Never. Never.
I should like to give you a hand.
I need a hand.
I am helpless.
I am strong.
You are my undoing.
Let go of me.
You are mine!
I am vulnerable.
I am beautiful.
I want more.
I smell a rose.
I smell a tree.
I smell a river.


Celebrate birthdays, deathdays, celebrate accomplishments, celebrate festivals.
Sketch a map of sacred places, an enchanted geography.
Walk the old haunts; bars and parks and cruising spots. Therein pick up their trace.
Some will travel in packs and as houses, others are solitary, Learn how to engage with them together and alone.
Among them there will be spirits more or less elevated, more or less wise, more or less chained by their traumas.
Seek the advice of the wise ones, and do not be drowned in the pain and fear of the others.
You may feel yourself to be dying, you may find yourself rapt in panic and anxiety. This is a cost of the work. Learn to separate what is yours and what isn’t.
Part of the work will be to assist those who need healing. To show them how to heal themselves.
Healing may be ecstatic too.
Cultivate empathy, learn to regulate it.
Empathy may register as desire, sickness, terror, joy.
Lean into your anxieties and manias, into your highs and lows.
Often you’ll find the spirits on the other end.
Balance is necessary. As you surround yourself with the dead, invite in life in equal parts.

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. . .



Prompt adapted from First Protocols of Queer Goetia

· queer, GPT-2, RunwayML