5/28/10
Writing.
I’m afraid of
Things are always supposed to go another way and because particular things in fact went in an unanticipated direction, I have been observing faster than I can report. Maybe. I’ll go with that to start. I like the idea that things can possibly be approached from the musty side entrance. I’m still toying with the most fitting formula for dropping off the ledge and into the deepness and the ill-illuminated. Nothing is clear.
For now, I’ll wait to find out which combination of shock and exasperation will cause me to trip over the sleeping beasts that explode like rockets in my head. It shouldn’t be long - what with all my clumsy sidestepping through bomb blistered jungles, wearing blinders that brace my face away from ground hazards toward the strands of stangled light chopped apart by clawed braches and falling like snakes to the Earth.
I’m afraid of
Things are always supposed to go another way and because particular things in fact went in an unanticipated direction, I have been observing faster than I can report. Maybe. I’ll go with that to start. I like the idea that things can possibly be approached from the musty side entrance. I’m still toying with the most fitting formula for dropping off the ledge and into the deepness and the ill-illuminated. Nothing is clear.
For now, I’ll wait to find out which combination of shock and exasperation will cause me to trip over the sleeping beasts that explode like rockets in my head. It shouldn’t be long - what with all my clumsy sidestepping through bomb blistered jungles, wearing blinders that brace my face away from ground hazards toward the strands of stangled light chopped apart by clawed braches and falling like snakes to the Earth.