When counting all the ways to achieve one possible outcome
one does not often think to include the reverse strategical paradox of
unencumbering oneself from the burdens of an infinite universe. Ergo, out of
respect for those with more advanced knowledge of post didactic
cyber-literature you may skip ahead a few hours and catch right up.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
To See Myself Reflected - Introduction
Trinidad. Tiny toboggan. A hill steeping swiftly downward
crestfalling, faceforward, dodge-dashing. No rock can tumble to far from our
course.
Once a burning incense, now a stream set drifting o’er to
meet us by the way. Bring the bobcat, set the lion in its cage. Swing shut the
gate. How graceful thy dance O’ everlonging. Take my breath away.
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Tuesday, February 10, 2015
Irene 3
Upon entering the creaking portal he was transposed in an instant from the grim outer passage into a labyrinth of steel and aluminum. Yellowed florescents flickered tragically, illuminating the hall in static autonomy. Mechanical parts, chains and gears littered the ground. Wheels and rims dangled from above creating a claustrophobic atmosphere. Thin aisles marched forward flanked by sentinel frames pledging allegiance to Bianchi, Cervelo, Volagi. With every step newer and more impressive models shown forward, eager to be used and fulfill their maker's designs.
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Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Irene 2
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Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Irene 1
Pantomime, phantom shapes and shadows overlaid with drizzled silver lining the edges of the light. Dancing movement caught shining orbs, reflecting gratification as they observed the persisting display with rapture. Then a great gasp as the alligator was swallowed whole and reborn from its fading shimmer, a rabbit escaping certain carnivorization, retreated suddenly to soft translucence as the overhead fixture illuminated the room, drawing a collective sigh of discontent. Tidings of chocolate mousse, however, quickly subdued the disparaging remarks and scampering footfalls hurried inward towards the dining room.
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