Dec 02, 2007 19:43
I've got to admit it's getting better - a little better all the time (It can't get more worse).
Can this sort of Thing sustain itself? Just see what happens. I don't want to get carried away. My imagination is much more exciting than reality. Why construct something so grand in my head that reality doesn't stand a chance?
The letter of the day is T.
We exist in our own chaos, too absorbed in the melange to see it. But eventually we emerge, look around, see the mess, fix it, and dive down again.
We would be warm below the storm in our little hideaway beneath the waves, resting our head on the sea bed in an octopus' garden near a cave.
What if we could turn our imaginations into reality? With our imaginations realized, would we find ourselves free or frightened?
Hand me the mystery receptacle; the puzzle pieces are flying at me.
Tin man TighTs, TurTle shorTs, Tennis shoes, Tee shirT with a screen prinTed fish Tie. Timmmberrr! Technological TapesTries. TeuTonic Tenderness. The Tonic Temple.
Rapture. Primal. Ecstatic. Transportation.
We would be so happy you and me. No one there to tell us what to do. I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you.