The story of Violet

He is in custody the feds have him. I knew since he was a boy little older then the kid. They were a cute couple in school used to give them rides

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Violet in the morning like the morning dew of her customary smokes and instant coffee. The smokey grey whirls of blackish grey rising up toward the sky.

The everlasting infinity of her evergreen equally matching green eyes

Later he read of this countess, in Magic Mountain facing backward to equally pryying eyes the reason to be there in this mountain above clouds.

The kid:

He is 6 going on 7 , and his dad has been arrested on federal charges for drug trafficking.

Down here at the casino Barona 30 miles from Mexico border, trying to deal with long standing issues, but an infinity of expanding consciousness, as Cantor would define the culmi ati ng set that includes it’s self, now, my only consolation.

But the kid, is becoming a real product of a moral problem, and the focus revolves around him: trying to soften the inclusive edges that makes Cantor’s predeliction a contradiction in terms.

In that vein, must let it go, let all go, within an appearance of tangible reality

His fate now tied to mine, as ‘autisn’, is in fact a handicap between generational gaps.

But more much more about it.

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) (Arabic translation)
Artist: Doris Day (Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff)
Song: Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be pretty, will I be rich?”
Here’s what she said to me.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
“Will we have rainbows, day after day?”
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Now, I have children of my own.
They ask their mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be handsome, will I be rich?”
I tell them tenderly.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

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كي سيرا, سيرا (ما سيحدث, سيحدث)
عندما كنت بنتا صغيرة فقط
سألت أمّي: “من سأكونه؟”
“هل سأكون جميلة؟ هل سأكون غنيّة؟”
وهذا ما قالته لي:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.

عندما كنت شابّة, وقعت في الحبّ.
فسألت حبيبي عمّا يوجد أمامنا.
“هل ستكون لنا أقواس قزح, يوم بعد يوم؟”
وهذا ما قاله لي حبيبي:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.

والآن لي أطفال أيضا.
فسيألون أمّهم: “من سنكونه؟”
“هل سنكون وسماء, هل سنكون أغنياء؟”
فأقول لهم بالحنان:

كي سيرا, سيرا,
ما سيحدث, سيحدث.
ليس المستقبل لنا حتّى نساه.
كي سيرا, سيرا
ما سيحدث, سيحدث

Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be) (Persian translation)

Artist: Doris Day (Doris Mary Anne Kappelhoff)
Song: Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)

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Que Será, Será (Whatever Will Be, Will Be)
When I was just a little girl,
I asked my mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be pretty, will I be rich?”
Here’s what she said to me.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

When I grew up and fell in love.
I asked my sweetheart what lies ahead.
“Will we have rainbows, day after day?”
Here’s what my sweetheart said.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Now, I have children of my own.
They ask their mother, “What will I be?”
“Will I be handsome, will I be rich?”
I tell them tenderly.

Que será, será,
Whatever will be, will be.
The future’s not ours to see.
Que será, será,
What will be, will be.

Que será, será is a popular Spanish phrase.

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آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
زمانیکه فقط یک دختر بچه بودم
از مادرم پرسیدم “من چه خواهم شد؟”
“من زیبا خواهم شد، من ثروتمند خواهم شد؟”
مادرم اینطور به من جواب داد

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

وقتی بزرگتر شده و عاشق شدم
از عشقم پرسیدم در آینده چه چیز در انتظار ما است

“ما هر روز رنگین کمان خواهیم داشت (بخت با ما یار خواهد بود)؟”
عشقم اینطور به من جواب داد

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

اکنون من خودم بچه هایی دارم
آنها از مادرشان می پرسند “من چه خواهم شد؟”
“من خوش تیپ خواهم شد، من ثروتمند خواهم شد؟”
من با مهربانی به آنها می گویم

که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد
آینده را نمیتوانیم پیش بینی کنیم
که آنچه بخواهد بشود میشود
آنچه قرار است بشود خواهد شد

Translations of “Que Será, Será …”
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Arabic (other varieties)language_jaegar
ChineseAiHack
Croatiansan79
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FrenchGrampa Wild Willy
GermanAleksa97
Greeksora14
HungarianLariDante
Latinjohannesbjarki
PersianN.F.
PolishBioPub
PolishTessar
Polishmorzel
RomanianGuest
5
Russianbarsiscev
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SerbianVladimir18
SerbianAkvileja
Spanishblacklune
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Thaitheerasan
Turkishpiliburuk
TurkishAdamR
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Violets paradox.

Unearthly., solved by fiat.

Get a move on get a groove on. Violet. Well get through this, cause an answer has already been suggested.

And she pushed the green button the gyroscope started to revolve and slowly ever so slowly the morning lifted it"s icy breTh, and the kid appeAred brought hand in hand by his aunt.

He made a commitment a soul binding pledge to never give up for him.And he knee by the expression on his face that he understood it in his mind.

He was bound by it. And he knew that not to overcome the evil was not a choice.

He glanced through a vintage copy of "Anatomy of A Murder to seek some relevance, with an architecture of meaning as to poignency to motive. Just a stab in the dark, to seek balance to the developed myopia.

More likely scenario is Jersey K a anski’s Steps , or maybe in Painted Bird.

And the scene is similar in a horrific way.

A guy is having a haircut, and the barber notices his avoidance at glam ING at himself in the mirror AMD asks why.

His retort is that he is all too familiar with what he expects to find in the mirror.

Flashback to the time way before knowing, Violet or anyone really, the kid he was, theh left him inside alone, downstairs sought escape from the lonely alonness, a barbershop downstairs, they put him in a barber’s chairthinking him an abandoned child, he terror strucken, seeing no one just the Grey void.

Much like her greyish cigarette smoke smoke swirling up towards the greyish shades of enigma life would become for him, then lyrically dissipate into the unfathomable vignette sets his life would become.

The kid.

I can not delve into his sweetness, last time I saw him the one Sunday a month court mandated 1 hour that Sunday. I asked me to run with me, raising a half football field him 6 , hie heart beating
, told him we will not run as far next time.

Now, his dad has a hearing to determine that he cam be held for trial.

My heart aches, for I need to see him but the granddad is not returning textsm got to go back to court again sometime next week when receive some documents from the court.

Then will see they day, it could be months.

Going to Big Bear with my oldest son they want me to ski, but it’s been decades and am not up for it. I will write , Adrienne an attorney says she can’t get the results of the preliminary hearing , even if she is of council.

What if, what if, if he wins a plea to go out on bail, he may take the next plane out to Teheran, especially his dad runs a front business consisting of producing passport on a next day’s application.

Oh God, what can the little kid be thinking of as he falls asleep, when previously he went to sleep after hearing a different fairy tale.

What hapoened? If he goes to trial, we may have to go into a witness protection program

Going to Big Bear will help me avoid some stress covering this heartache by continual gambling and drinking. But he hasn’t skied since leaving Minnesota, where it was second nature.

Guardianship, primary or shared is also being weighed.

Oh God, if I could just see him, what relief that could be.

Violet is not aware of these travails, although hos I yearn for her presence nowadays.

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Violetta

“Hallucinations. In my memory hole-ridden by time things come back to me. All disordered. Years have passed, wildly lived, wildly lost. Scorched. Consumed.”

12th night

Twelfth Night, Or What You Will, Violet
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Play Twelfth Night, Or What You Will
Author William Shakespeare
Role Violet
I left no ring with her: what means this lady?
Fortune forbid my outside have not charm’d her!
She made good view of me; indeed, so much,
That sure methought her eyes had lost her tongue,
For she did speak in starts distractedly.
She loves me, sure; the cunning of her passion
Invites me in this churlish messenger.
None of my lord’s ring! why, he sent her none.
I am the man: if it be so, as ’tis,
Poor lady, she were better love a dream.
Disguise, I see, thou art a wickedness,
Wherein the pregnant enemy does much.
How easy is it for the proper-false
In women’s waxen hearts to set their forms!
Alas, our frailty is the cause, not we!
For such as we are made of, such we be.
How will this fadge? my master loves her dearly;
And I, poor monster, fond as much on him;
And she, mistaken, seems to dote on me.
What will become of this? As I am man,
My state is desperate for my master’s love;
As I am woman,.now alas the day!.
What thriftless sighs shall poor Olivia breathe!
O time! thou must untangle this, not I;
It is too hard a knot for me to untie!"

Violet in repose.

Maybe get some juices flowing up here in Big Bear, well will see.

Zoo: winter animals most impressive the Mountain Lion. Very unperturbed by the craning necks of visitors, non chakantly yawning at the so called civilizational discontent.

Now this about Laing.

Convolutions, bindings.

Small town atmosphere: he said she said and did you hear such and such my my can one imagine, tell it as it is.

What if he tells her what he said about her mother that she is a user, but using is honest, why not I’d be a fool not to

But don’t you understand using is not always fearlessly choosing the calming type the one that transcends the cruelty of Nature into it’s consoling gentle whispy breezy shadows of various shades of green?

Hades hides at nighttime when sexual rigidity can esoterically pretend that the dripping forgone can re-fuse into it’s chacric elements?

Or does the mountain lion deep down has brought home this too mystery?

What use makes her a user other then the drip of necessary effervescence to which Europa opened her limbs to receive the swarms of bees?

Does transcendence of such closing circle as that through Brunhilda was eclipsed, stop the higher conscious that ar least lifts awareness of the shift toward iron’s fumes.

That you don’t have to maddeningly wait fid, the atomism of the ego to the vaporized essence of soul soup.

It is happening here and there" befire this after that, the nemesis of something into something else, for the tree gets tired of the buddhic pretense of many years of meditating bums, dharmic lackluster bums waiting, waiting in sheltering embrace of it’s periodic timeless anchoring roots.

Now now don’t wait just release the knotted veined mushroom head pulsating for release it’s manic jetsome draining futile infinity into it’s eternal embrace.

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Knots, entanglements of colonial witchcraft

Just laugh and bear it but not all.

But its all good. Re read the sheltering sky.

Glad the throes of LSD afforded this last choice: Imprimatur! And that after invective NDE !

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In other words Violet& Co was a strange brew, and so far kind of skewed, but hope along the way.

His constant worry about the kid unabated, sometimes blaming her, and all the sorrounding things, such as where is the kid now and who holds him and love him more. and why didn’t Big Bear forage some medicinal mystical balms on their soul at a time like this?

The heart is a strange and relentless hunter and some Buddhist monk kind of lulled the pathos around the promise of aligning energies , emotion , thoughts to bring about focus to create a faithful desire.

So that his live for Violet could reduce the erotic plane toward that of real godly live of urgency.

This waiting for a climax about the knowledge of the whereabouts of the kid eclipses any conceivable earthly pleasure
.The heart cries inwards.

Always used to wonder about strange looking people mostly women pushing children carts with some age old dolls or teddy bears who seemed to emanate some terrible lostness, now they love back as they could , wetly from late night drunks so inconsolably terrible under a torn blouse heaving, . slight childhood sobs of past endearments almost forgotten.

Went to court on guardianship for the kid. Was happy to file in pro per, saved a couple of grand doing the paperwork and the trip downtown with public transportation. Guess my law school played off in spite of them rejecting me on technicality

Now what? Appearances and more paper trail discovery. I hope next year I can laugh about it.

In park with My tree. He knows ne by now surely, been coming up here sauce my great adventure’s inception into groovy Lost Angels.