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They call my friends Anarchists/Rebels People aren't saying that, people saying Those are My Heroes!They call my friends Anarchists/Rebels People aren't saying that, people saying Those are My Heroes!

#WEEKLYLOG3435: LOCKDOWN REVEALS COSTA RICA'S SECRETS, NEW INSECT DISCOVERED, TESTIMONIES OF A DWARF RACE IN OSA & ANCIENT GIANTS TALES The Retiring Vampire Col...umn on MagZuma - Local News & Culture, Jul 3. "Long-married Pavones Ticos hunts young Tico man. They learned it from Gringos." Said a middle-aged Gringo with his shirt peering out of his pants to a handsome young Tico man. As If I Am Not There. Your flaky-shape-shifting alley bat is always in the sheens to make sure you're fed with the juiciest chismosa in Rica. It's always bad news for retiring vampires when a new type of blood-fed insect is discovered and multiplied faster than Eichhornia crassipes. The new insect found in La Florida is a round shiny beetle with a slight sheen, that bites like a mosquito, in the size/diameter of a chopstick tip. "They come in droves, and people are freaking out about it." Appended the Gringo, and his chin covered with a black veil, and his forehead raw sweat. Do you know these people, you meet for the first time around a table in a restaurant, you mention popular conspiracy theory, and suddenly a sheen fumes up their eyes. Their back straightened. The thin air at the dinner table shines like a young fairy's neck before they sink their teeth in conspiracies till everyone leaves? These people multiply faster than this new insect in 2020. However, although I am retired, I am always alert and hungry for a good story, so I stayed there. "If I have seen further it is by standing on the shoulders of Giants." Said Isaac Newton in 1675 and my new psychic-aggressive-non-binary friend in 2020. Them/they (gender pronoun preference) assume they were actual Giants, like 3 to 9 meters tall, because history taught in schools doesn't tell us much about the dark ages, and when them/they saw Game of Thrones, Newton's quote struck a chord. In a wink, the fate of this dinner table was quietly condemned. Dinner with no conversations, like a third of families in America, sitting in silence, analyzing calmly each other to pieces, and the only nerves that mouths are the lettuces. I saved dinner with the famous saying by Julius Caesar to someone who says something stupid. "Let The Fly Go By." And everyone laughed, sometimes justice hides in beautiful quotes. I fashionably pedaled out with the lady, and we found our 'geo-catharsis' spot between two young clumps of bamboo, I went closer and asked. "Have you ever felt older than the world?" She answered without looking at me "No, but since a very young age, I liked dinosaurs, giant waves, and everything gigantic. Everything was bigger and better back then." So where are they, Giants? I went to Pavones to practice a widespread hang in Costa Rica, "leaning against a middle-aged Gringo's entryway with their young Tico worker." I was curious about what type of people live in the Pavones area, the border of Costa Rica - Panama. They told me as follows: 40% Wanted - crime or tax 40% Unwanted - pedos, antisocial or psychotics 20% Soul searchers - surfers, hippies, and rednecks. The result left me a little uneasy. I asked what about the "Others" section, and they said 'Nature Seekers - birders, environmentalists.' Costa Rica has several special peninsulas that are great for Birding. And the rarest of all is the Scarlet Macaw Parrot, at the Osa Peninsula. The orthodox side of my family always told us that our ancestors had a grand alliance with Nature, Fire, and God. Still, we can see the first two but only read about God. I can somehow relate to it when I know the internet disconnecting our kids from nature. These poor souls might only be left with fire. We must protect the trees. We must save the Scarlet Macaws. "We never saw this insect before. They are terrible." Mumbled the young Tico, as he stirs at the edge of the Gringo house's entryway, with his left lip glued to his bracelets due to a punch he got at the beer station. I followed my 'treesisters,' KaytiBunny Roberts and Pippa Attwood, who devoted their lives to planting trees with 'Tree-Nation' to a new majestic place in Osa, 'Avatar.' The newly owned site, by a couple from the Czech Republic, rests at the tip of a mountain surrounded by palm trees. A tree that vamps all the nutrients from the soil until nothing else can grow around it. A true New Yorker. The couple decided to deforest the palm and let it grow back into a medicinal food forest. From the moment the process started, testimony began to flow about dwarven characters wandering through the woods. The owners, gave an account of terrified hotel customers with a spilling glass of Aperol Spritz, running to the reception "We saw a dwarf peeking out of the woods!" After receiving a few more testimonies, the couple became interested in the site's roots and examined the archeological findings on site. Apparently, it was an ancient temple or a holy mountain for a tiny race of human habitats during the dark ages. I haven't seen a dwarf, but I woke up to the ancient screams of the rainbow red-head Scarlet Macaws, the most giant parrot in the world, marking my story as complete! But why do I need a story? Why can't I just wake up in the morning and do my thing without a story? Why do people need a story? Most conspiracies tell us that small groups are trying to do something crazy big, but then, as always, someone fuck it up. What if history and conspiracies are a meticulous novel written and conducted by very odd fellows. A giant soap opera scam of re-branded time-displaced events and dynasties, fake artifacts, and missing archeological evidence. Do we have to agree on a specific story, fight for it, decompress from it, die for it, why do we need only one account? Why can't we make our own stories and live in peace with all the other stories? The biggest conspiracy theory is that there is no conspiracy theory. Whenever someone offered Julius Caesar something of a win-win situation, he put his cup on the table. That's how I feel when someone tells me a good story! "The Cup is On The Table!" As ever, be on guard for misinformation, contemplate or oppose. If it blows your mind, consider a treatment. A well-wisher The Retiring Vampire

It's five years today since my mother Judith Malina dispersed - her body gone back to the elements from which it came, and her spirit dispersed to those of us w...ho she touched, or moved, or inspired. Here is her poem, "Flying" from last her book "Having Loved," published 2015 by Michael Smith's Fast Press, Silverton, Oregon. Flying I dreamed that the actors could fly, Extending the possibilities of the staging. Our space is small. They glided under the ceiling, They hovered over the audience, They reached out their hands to the audience. Then I dreamed that the audience could fly. "Time for great street theatre," I thought As I awakened.

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