The morning broke clear and frosty, a bit of dew on the leaves. Well that did not go too well...
The Fugue is too strong, the bell jar has descended. Bolts of white lightning had shot out of oblivion, torrents of hot gleamy mind fragments hailed from the vaulted heavens...
Now a gray pall settles into the cracks and crevices and what is left of human personality still festers and moulds.
O bottomless depths of night drought, how shall we bring back the flickering shards of glinty perception?
Tellavand was the place we last met.
Gallarand was the last place I spoke to her.
Hellarag is where I reside now.
Granted we shared some time in this particular local, conditions being what they are, still one can give thanks for any time at all spent together.
All is not lost, my soul is intact, some interest in this conditional refurbishment lingers, hope, that least promising of words still lingers.
When in the time it takes to walk from one end of infinity to the other, where some one must stand, at particular point...
Just how did it come about that I have to spend eternity in the o so not friendly confines of my skull? Rokys bloody hammer, Daniels town of the Devil, and my foolish grin all renting space on the same planet at the same time, what sublime farce.
We have walked down the same path, the road of resurgence, ever shaking off the awareness of awareness.
Hat flip into the back kip
Swing to a you can do so woo too.
Reboil snakes in oil, trout burst out.
Dijon is mum, shes the one.
Got gout, stupid lout.
Pansy tansy, cant stand me.
We do diddle fiddle with me spittle.
Cracker jack, cant bring her back.
So that is how it has to be, I am going to plunge onward, try not to think too much about it. Hurts to think about it. Why do I dwell on the state of things.
Fractal Chaos Theory
Quantum Decoherence
Carrot Top
To envision world-me in such a manner...
Egregious lethargic mistake.
ELM
He sat on the log and looked around at the forest. “What a funny place to find my self”, he said. “Why it is almost like all this is made up, some sort of fairy tale”.
Just then an old woman dressed in rags approached him from out of the brush. “And what brings you to the wood old maid?” Standing up he could see that she was very old and had an evil grin on her face.
“Why I am out for a morning stroll and come across boys playing camp at the edge of my wood”.
Laughing she peered up at the officer, “When all is come across, when all is lost, there shall be brought to us your heart on a cross”.
“So you think me game for your thoughtless riddles, begone hag, before I set the dogs upon you!”
The hunched old woman crept close, hissing through missing teeth;
“Great cat. Nine lives sky of blue, she will forget all that you knew, for while I stand here, your doom has once again grew!”
With a great shriek she ran off into the woods.
“Come back, I don't think that was grammatically correct!”
Turning to the camp the officer wondered.
“How do they find me?”
