The book read like this:
I walked through the dense forest on a beaten path. The moss on either side was hanging about three inches from the dirt so we stepped through to find the lake. The tall evergreen trees surrounding us were all a foot in diameter and the underbrush was thick with green bushes. And we saw a small yellow flower growing through the moss covering a trunk. So I reached down to my belt and pulled a flask of water to her lips. She asked me to fill out a form.
What do we know about Whitey the Crime?
What is his/her name?
Favourite breakfast food.
Those small apple cakes you can buy at the store.
Where does he/she live?
She lives about 6 blocks from the bay, in a small cottage with a cement garden. It has been over grown for years and the lush tree hanging over her circular rock garden in falling towards the grass.
Open his/her fridge and list what you see and smell.
Ice and mist. The white metallic box opens from the top.
Look under his/her bed and list what is there.
Dust, wood flooring and paneling that is darkened red.
Open his/her medicine cabinet and list what is there. Of course you would never do this in real life, would you?
Placebos of various shapes in marked prescription bottles.
What books and magazines does he/she read?
These old dusty books, with black covers and faded letters. She likes them with rounded edges.
What lie does she/he tell about self?
That she deserves this.
What secret does she/he hold?
A gem, red with a cross on the back. She keeps it in a cigar box in a desk in her basement.
What is her/his greatest desire or ambition?
To see paradise.
What gets in the way of achieving this?
What does s/he like to do while alone?
Read, write, play her small brown piano.
How does s/he move? ie. degree of tension.
She is calm with no need for disguises. She is in denial of her self so she remains very respectful of her superiors.
So make up your own question and answer it.
What does she do for a living?
Although we know more that this about Whitey the Crime a simple silent moment that one has alone with or without a reflective surface can send numerous thoughts towards a sovereign people who refuse to believe what they are told.
This is an unintentional dissonance.
The idea that Whitey the Crime’s beliefs are better than someone who disagrees should be read as an ironic statement about the balance of the universe. Everything seems to have two schools of thought, those with it and those against it.
The wise understand that the equilibrium of these meetings is apparent in every day life. Repression causes violent outbursts in the most psychological sense. Perhaps this idea embarrasses us. But repressed memories of our past do come to our minds from time to time. These embarrassing secrets challenge our code of behavior, as it seems we wish we could be altruistic in our convictions. Dr. Phil taught me that, amongst other things.
Due to understood and misunderstood circumstances, or perhaps the content of my early writing I was told I was under the influence of the Devil. In my most altruistic tone, perhaps to explain that I didn’t feel I was.
I feel by now he was trying to save my soul, as people do. For a number of reasons, including this rude statement and the form of poetry that I was writing, my claims of reincarnation, philosophical questions other art that were deemed notably out of place, stupid, insane, wrong and preachy.
I eventually felt the need to leave and I grew up.