I don't even really understand it...

Mar 10, 2007 22:58

I'm done.
Now it's just begun.
Here we go again,
I hope not,
it would be an awful long way to run.
Split in two
and those slices
are themselves
split.

Stretched.
Spread.
Ripped.
Whole.
Me.
Him?
Him too.
I see...
With one eye at least.
Huh?
Because we're split.
Yeah, but down the middle?
Sometimes.
Not always split so much as jumbled.
Mmm...
But it was lovely.
Indeed.
So why not?
Because I'm split.
So?
Good point.
Exactly.
But what to do with the weight?
Work out?
Drop it?
Throw it at a wall?
Take it apart?
Drown it?
Hide it?
Leave it?
Carry it?
Ah, there's the rub...
That's all I'm saying.
Soon.
How soon?
Who knows?
And the split?
It's in the mind.
Obviously, but how does that help?
Well...
And the physical world we live in.
Phasing.
Dedicate. Commit.
To which?
Both?
How?
Whatever works.
How will I know what works?
Hey look!
What? Where?
Just trying to distract you.
Gee, thanks.
See? That was easy. You'll know what works when it starts working.
And until then?
Work.
But...
How else?
Deus ex machina?
Tough luck.
You're right.
I know.
Things are picking up.
Glad to hear it, oh and I invited him over for pizza.
Seriously?
It'll be fun.
Yeah but... we'll see.
Hey now.
No I mean it when i say it.
Alright. Trust me, it'll be fun, you'll have a blast.
But if he even tries to...
(interupted by Jesus entering jovially with a box of Dominoes Pizza)
Oh, hey man.
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