| 12:26a |
Apropos I can make the angles dangle, while contemplating on eventual discovery of all the potential combinations involving "not yet" and "quite", the latter being quite readily attainable, but not apparent just yet. Some semi-translucent version of events, however, persistently resurrects itself every time I solidify in my express desire to finally scatter the ashes. Not that I don't wish for it to be so wretchedly brought back again and again - there is a certain degree of morbid fascination with this lazarus act, which on some level can only be described as sensation of shit going back inside. It is, my friends, a complex, reflex controlled act that includes voluntary and involuntary elements. This reverse defecation of thought and emotion preserves the white of the cranium bowl at the expense of its gray stewing contents. And I poop on the italics for the rest of this message, the following presentation of symptoms being duly noted: my resolve so far has been temporally constipated and weakly formed. |