theaztecs1958.bsky.social
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Unless you are just still angry and disappointed for seemingly having turned away from cosmic bliss, which, which, through your unique genius, you had found and created and inhabited the crucial hour.
January 8, 2026 at 3:43 AM
of vulnerability. At the coffee table, where we had sat the night before. When so many strange and very important and unforgettable things happened.

I see no reason why you could not just say, yes, Terry, this is me, I am not dead, you have the right woman.
January 8, 2026 at 3:42 AM
Tell me you are alive. That those people who said you had passed on, were wrong. That's the way I want it to be.

Why did you turn and walk away from me at that party, no word, no hey how are you doing. That did not seem like you. It could only be because Lisa found you in that moment of
January 8, 2026 at 3:40 AM
The Patsy Cline I met was a kind and enthusiastic person who would suddenly let her beauty shine out just for a moment--a brilliant strategem. I saw it a few times. It is unforgetable.

I had to study blue eyes for a week to understand that, yes, blue eys, can actually do those things.
January 8, 2026 at 3:38 AM
....don't you realize that?
The all-Patsy mind you wer e seeking to create, and you did, I can't account for (how you were able to do that) but it is the model for how a man should think about the perfect woman.
January 8, 2026 at 3:36 AM
You were fantastically more beautiful than Lisa Jay could ever hope for. She tried to head it off. A minor PR actioner like her uses intuition to come up with the spell, then says it over and over while creating an overly perfumed distraction.
What you were doing though, was genius,
January 8, 2026 at 3:35 AM
Women used to put all their love letters in a box, cherish them.

What is going on, then, in todays "modern" world?
January 8, 2026 at 3:32 AM
is Patsy Cline pushing a button, to eliminate the only potential for a love letter, under the circumstances.
Are you tell ing me the love letter no longer exists as a viable form? Now it is a button.
I somehow can't imagine the real Patsy Cline pushing a button that way. Especially repeatedly.
January 8, 2026 at 3:32 AM
I can't tell if this is really you, or if someone has stolen your profile. There is just not quite enough to know if it is your for sure.
When you originate a post, it sounds heavy, almost like a man posted. But maybe I can understand that. It could be you.
What I don't understand
January 8, 2026 at 3:30 AM
movement mastery is. I have it. But nothing like yours.
I saw ou do things so beautiful they could never forgotten. And indeed, that is what happened, they were never forogtten.
January 8, 2026 at 3:28 AM
So many things about this profile and what you post are contradictory. The cultural references are as from someone one born 20 years earlier. I don't see references to movement arts. That seems strange, I recognized you as a movement mster. I had 37 years of aiki jutsu practice, so I know what
January 8, 2026 at 3:26 AM
Were you trying to portray her or were you simply Her, the Actual Girl?
This mythology you placed in me is very powerful, it is the answer to the quesiton I had asked, after reading Creation and Fall.
So is this the real Patsy Cline. Tell me you are alive and not just a stolen profile.
January 8, 2026 at 3:24 AM
you made yourself paramount. But it took 32 years for me to wake up with the full state of mind.
You left that state of mind in good hands. I am the only person who could truly understand it, and it's signficance. I had put in the hours, the studies, I had created the very idea.
January 8, 2026 at 3:22 AM
maybe less.
Still, you had solved the problem of the Girl at the End of the World problem. You had somehow created the All Patsy mind, as I like to call it--simply because it sounds so innocent, and indeed, it is innocent. (which goes ack to Creation and Fall).
Somehow in a few minutes
January 8, 2026 at 3:20 AM
Lately I may have sounded unstable, but in fact, that was just the last motions of the pain of the curse.
All I needed to know is who the actual villain was. It was Lisa. She was the only one completely interested in the outcome, the apartment, the one maybe you wanted, or maybe it was more, or
January 8, 2026 at 3:19 AM
You must have lost confidence, I didn't come out for coffee, you were left with them, I am so sorry I wasn't there. I cannot really account for the memory loss, but that is what kept me away. I had no idea. It ook decades for that memory to reemerge.
January 8, 2026 at 3:16 AM
This genius you manifested in that hour, it was so much about movement, dance and discipline. You were so much more beautiful than Lisa, she knew it, she feared it. She had set a few traps. They ended up working.
January 8, 2026 at 3:14 AM
And then Lisa said at some point took the opportunity and said "So he shamed you." You were vulnerable, she took advantage. She just wanted to preserve her goals, no one had ever embarrassed her that way before. You had won.
January 8, 2026 at 3:13 AM
...you got caught in the open there, you were vulnerable, you said something--you couldn't really explain what had actually happehned. That was too artistic. Neither would ever have had the foggiest sense of what kind of inspiration that was.
January 8, 2026 at 3:11 AM
In the memory castle, memories started to come back, they came back strong, and they answered what had happened after that Saturday night.
You'd gone out in the morning for coffee. You'd gotten cornered there by Mary and Lisa Jay, one or either or both. The story has come down to me
January 8, 2026 at 3:09 AM
This gets to where I had finally conquered what I've called the heartbreak curse. But I beat that last weak--I only needed to know who the villain was. It was Lisa Jay.
January 8, 2026 at 3:07 AM
The blotch appeared on your cheek. It had hard edges, right through the make up.
What had created this?
January 8, 2026 at 3:06 AM
As it was, I couldn't interpret why you acted that way, either completely repulsed by me or traumatized by something. I saw that distinctive blotch of red under your make up, it was so bright, I could only interpret that as shame. I had seen it once before during out last handshake.
January 8, 2026 at 3:05 AM
And the only other thing I remembered was seeing you on Avenue D. Lisa Jay's party. You hid from me under the blue churro hat. I followed you down the street. Eventually, I saw you at that party, you just walked away. That was the last memory I had, it was so painful, I closed it in blackness.
January 8, 2026 at 3:03 AM
What I remembered of you before Mnemosyne arose again was just shaking hands with you at the door, a happy memory, and seeing you in the hallway. You helped me find stuff in the bathroom, the atmosphere was electric.
January 8, 2026 at 3:02 AM