Monday, November 14, 2005


He sent out such delicate rhizomes.
Searching, needful, thin filaments of light, of life.

Isn’t it funny, how we need to be needed or else we die? Quiet, ignoble surrender we just quit swimming and sink beneath the waves.
A death fantasy characterized by placid acceptance of the general shitty-ness of life.

So he found her, open to his life saving need. A spring of bitterness and defeat and eternal youth she let wash over her.

Spatial modeling of each flickering point of light overlaid on a giant map of the world shows a thin line of brilliance connecting points to one another.

Until the pinprick of luminescence blinks out and the connection snaps, out of existence.


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