likewise...iii
found a new respect for your work i couldnt sit and jerk no more your eyes had found your voice and i just couldnt sit any longer but now your ok and im ok about it all wont we just sit back and have another cuppa sipping back and chewing the fat and chewing the fat
found a new respect for your work chasing your kneck right into the woods push back through all those bushes to find that secret cave push back through all those bushes and into that secret cave whereabouts did he go in cappy whereabouts did he go in for i thought i saw a pussy cat where planes low flying perchance did swim
and for a moment i thought i had lost control, thought that i had lost it all. ahh a gasp of thought, just that slight clasp of mind and memory where there lies an elipses floating in that drying sign. caught inbetween the act of doing and that of initiation what eternity may pass between the act and realisation the signs and signals stopping and going in a series of tubes. electro-biological imaginings. hand reached out siezed throat and enclosed. second tightened. face faltered. breathing stopped, breathing started. limped in a pool of sweat blood and realisation.
some cool breeze swept past my kneck like a razor across my arm. jolting would have caused a sensory wound to the back of my head. this death wind passed by, accustomed if not expected. death hung about this place like the air itself. and the wind carried every scent of it. but death no longer chilled my spine. only escape would cause that. an insipid cruelty. the love of the system was so bent and strong that it was hate. an ungrateful love, from protection of an harmful love that existed outside its wall. the outside, the freedom that would have been the end of us all. there was nothing that would not tempt us and we would be all at it again. again and again. so it was better of to never set foot out there again. but it was all we ever thought about. never talked. but in here one learnt how to read minds.
she sopped over me. the sun sank into the sand. moments later i couldn't make out the horizon. crazily i looked about. panicked. perhaps even unplugged the telephone. then i saw a light in the distance. a horse trotting. no, perhaps it was canting. a small flickering light. and my mind, the fucking cowboy, came right on home. he had a plan. we had to bury the tatty. out in the sand. where the crabs can find her and no one else. they'll need dental records. yeh, that'd be it, they would have to dig up dentals. i think i can convince myself of that. it's like it always is. let nature take care of it and you do what you can. the sunburn tickled me over. i didnt notice my hands until the shovel was warm with my blood.
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