Absolutely fucking true

I'm going through papers, receipts and while I was down there, always thinking me. There's bags of paper and I'm consolidating Warranties while I'm at it. I gave up that mission. I'm at the kitchen window going through a plastic bag and to the right of me someone is rummaging through the bag opposite side of the sink window facing east with me.

Ok, I look to see who's mimicking me here in the kitchen. Fuck, the rummaging is still going on in the bag but there's no one visible. So, it must be a mouse or something scurrying inside the bag to appear as hands rubbing against the outside the white plastic bag. How the? Ok, I'm thinking, get a pan to squash the bag. As I'm formulating, where's an iron pan, a piece of paper comes out of the bag slowly and stops. The paper is lifted as if being read by the person holding and reading it to just below eye level. There's nobody fucking there. Then, the paper turns and starts to come towards me to take it from mr. fucking invisible.

I cannot fucking claim any of this shit is me. I fucking cringed in the protect my face with my hands in the defensive posture as the paper is slowly being lofted to hand level and I fucking cringe. The paper stays for a second in mid fucking air awaiting me to take it. Then it lofts and when let go, forwards and backwards in 3 soft, slow, loftly, deflates and lands on the counter to the right of the bag I was looking through. I fucking froze, defensively. The shit I've overcome in this life, and the invisible fucking man, what the fuck ever, froze my ass.

Fuck.

When you put a label on observations, experiences and processes that need soluble syntheses you become sedated with pungent aromas called here today as science. I have no explanation, nor will I have the true meaning. But next fucking time, I'll give it a piece of paper and pen/pencil to write with and while I'm at it I'll attempt to touch and see if it's body's tangible. Because if it's not, a whole new bunch of physic's are in play and now exploitable.

What's on the paper?

My musings.
From daze gone by.
And I'm putting them forward.
Yes, after this and so many beyond my reasonable denial experiences.
I'm still exploring those sound resolves for the failures they seamed to represent.