Harmony and understanding
Sympathy and trust abounding
No more falsehoods or derision
Golden living dreams of visions
Mystic crystal revelation
And the mind’s true liberation
It’s always good to take a moment to remember our noblest aspirations:
WED, Jan 24
10:00 PM Spy Maids! in Color
Heads crack as the Spy Maids mop the byways of fashion in their own designs composed of dual action sump-pump ankle boots, Micro fiber Blue Wonder A-Line evening gowns, rotating nozzle collars and special spray and pray Lysol mist fairy wings.
Gina Lollobrigida, Yves Saint Laurent, Joan Collins and Franca DiMontecatini as the Bomb.
I roam the slums of a jungle;
It is hot and I am always thirsty.
I drink from the
It’s magic quenches
At 3 AM savage
jabber and howl.
“Who do you love most,” asks God.
“Jayne Mansfield,” says Max.
“And why is that?” God is so
“She’s dead.” Max replies.
(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved
The internet truly does free the creative
I hear that my blog is interesting, creative,
provocative, and sometimes full of shit.
I’m OK with that.
I’m OK with rejections of my disembodied
selves and their ideas.
I like the idea of meeting with other bloggers
but dread the thought of doing it.
video of other patients with DID.
my DID look like in real-time?
How young do I act when Bobby is out; and how
feminine is my behavior when Sara is out?
In real-time, people don’t see the idea.
Before my symptoms worsened in 2011, I enjoyed
giving parties; I had a large circle of friends: people
with whom I shared ideas.
Six years later, I am almost completely isolated;
I see my partner and my therapist.
I discuss the isolation in therapy and my therapist
and I agree that I need to do something about it.
But I don’t.
I stopped going to ‘therapy’ groups at Kaiser because
I felt laughed at and disbelieved.
Rejection is more painful and humiliating when you
see it in someone’s eyes.
Rob Goldstein 2017 All Rights Reserved