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midday_volery

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Sep 18, 2005 16:00

i mean its post full moon and the wind has cleansed the inside of assholes, its time to emerge from the ravages, crystals blazing, what order all that chaos can bring! get involved, we're in a new time zone now. what are you doing, still anguishing - the show goes on. make a new fold in mayhem, your own little, what are they called, um ... fruit ( Read more... )

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greetings both ways sonikchic September 27 2005, 03:38:58 UTC

"The eternal "snap-out-of-it"
slaps me in the face
people are, after all,
only elastic
like a willow.
The infinite "just-will-it"
and abracadabra
its better.
The trauma of not
being able to be
the magic
NIKE."

just do it????

Re: greetings both ways midday_volery September 27 2005, 04:56:26 UTC

we delay. thats what we do. some-things need to brew, summon for the right energies, collect the appropriate components, find the right intensity of time and space; currents, so to speak - or raisins, thing is i really battle with scale so just when i think i've got it a new one pops up, mmm? its (all) good to bump into a white rabbit!

portcullis sallowsiserary November 22 2005, 16:36:57 UTC

I haven't really been able to get internet access for months, but I wanted to tell you that a version of you still exists out here in the mind of a stranger (though it be "feathery, leathery, lovely and bent"). I hope it does not wrinkle before you and follow behind, lurking in doorways below you. Instead, perhaps it will be some small comfort to know that you are worth being remembered and well. I miss your words.

Re: portcullis midday_volery November 23 2005, 01:12:14 UTC

It is a comfort - and I miss yours too; they have the quality of a kid showing another trails in the forest ... to a secret grotto in which to escape the midday glare. a metaphysical - portcullis?

Re: portcullis sallowsiserary December 1 2005, 15:27:31 UTC

Aw gee...there are all sorts of places to hide in an invisible forest, and yours are like finding little nests of secret scratchings...you remind me of that anomic sort of territory where mysterious adventures live. In a couple of weeks my internet should be working again. feathers being crossed as they are...I have hope. glare all you want as long as you keep decoding and punning so well. There is a kind of joke that seems more like a hug than laughter. I've heard it lives at the bottom of a treacle well. Perhaps the map is buried somewhere nearby.