Nov 19, 2004 21:37
40 days and 40 nights and then they built an Archive. I was drowning but you threw me a Lifesaver. You are the Dandyman but the only mirror tricks are the ones I make myself. There is no you in 'mine', but in 'ours' lives an oh. And IOU more than would fit on the side of a cow. Stumbling through roadblockheads with a hand in each fist. Chastened and chastised, bowed but not broken. You can't trip the light fantastic without stumbling first. Expanded, not contracted. I've expelled explanation. I've used my delusions, confused my contusions. My illusion's alluded, my lemon's sublime. I once was a master baiter but my hands are empty. Trapdoor spied her, the webwork's never done. Maybe I am your shadow, Peter Pain unsown. Maybe I'm not clapping hard enough.
Can you measure the arc of descent? Can you measure the arch of decent?
My patience is suing for malpractice. If there's no way to win this game, my balls and I will stay home. I cam to be the obscene. Your salivation will be my salvation. This whore will babble on. I will diddle while your Bush burns. Four more years on my back instead of on my knees. My settings were spit or swallow but I'm toggled for 'devour'. Kneeling is not so much submission as it is a targeting technique. You've backed me into a corner, now I'm going to work it. Mine is an endangerous species. You were right to fear what you do not understand.
I'm with the banned. And it is time to demonstrate why.