“C’mere.” said the goateed holy man “I may have an answer or two. Then again I may not.”
“I have made a mess of things. Wolves from my family pack were howling in my ears and I could not think. The world cracked apart in its own tragedy. A monster stepped on my art, the work of my heart. More and more happened all in one week and I popped.”
"And..."
“There is a guarddog, a very handsome well-disguised guarddog that has been circling my den for years. I had invited him inside on an occasion or two. So I knew him. At the end of the terrible week I asked the guarddog for permanent protection.”
"And..."
“He took me to his lair. He fought off the wolf pack. He is a hero. Many bitches want to make him their stud.”
"And..."
“But cavegirls like me have certain ideas. Being a fakir is wrong. Being authentic is important. Unions are sacred and forever. And sometimes cavegirls need to fight their own battles.”
"And..."
“Now I am an ex-something. I signed a voiding paper.”
The man looked at the rabbitskin-clad girl and said. “You are lucky to be able to see the truth right away. For many people it takes a long time and much soul-shifting. I will help you. First you must realize that you have injured the guarddog and, listen clearly, he has injured you. He knew you were very vulnerable."
He waited for the cavegirl to nod an affirmation.
"I could give you earth medicines...curare, saffron, echinachea...but you have already been chemically medicated to the point of saturation.”
The man took out a guitar string and a crude motorized contraption that he made while in prison on a civil liberties injustice.
“Take your rabbit-furs off and lie stomach down on the hay.”
The cavegirl obeyed the wise man.
He burnt an image upon her left angel wing.
“This is the songbird feather that you have long desired. It will give you strength.”
Then he etched her skin, right above her asscrack with something else…an ellipse, three quarter-inch dots, periods, a bridge from here to there. “This is what you have needed the most.”
The man wiped the blood from the guitar string. “Get dressed cavegirl. We will go to Witchstick, drink Passion Tea, and burn your feet off. You do not need to make amends the guarddog. He is stronger than you imagine. To think less is to steal his power from him. Now is the time to save yourself."
“I am ready.” said the girl as she tied on her furs.
“When you complete this last vital task I have one more image for you. One that will bring your heart into full focus with your soul.”
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"One more thing: Stay away from dogs."
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"Can't."
