...I live at the end of a five and a half minute hallway....
"The dreamer in his corner wrote off the world in a detailed daydream that destroyed, one by one, all the objects in the world."
"Spiders prepare a grave. I use Lude's Zippo to light another candle, the flame revealing what i'd missed before, on the front, etched in chrome, the all red melancholy King of Hearts-did Lude have any idea what he was really suggesting i do?-imagining then not one flame but a multitude, a million orange and blue tears cremating the body, this labor, and in that sudden burst of heat, more like an explosion, flinging the smoldering powder upon the room, a burning snow, calling from everywhere, erasing everything, until finally it erases all evidence of itself and even me."
~all of the above by MZD in HOL - could never write that - its too good...MZD is a genius...there should be a shrine. He gets everything, all the thoughts that rome my head at night when there's no one there to stop them, and he combines it all into this completely undefineable, so myserious and distant thing that just makes you get it...
"Spiders prepare a grave. I use Lude's Zippo to light another candle, the flame revealing what i'd missed before, on the front, etched in chrome, the all red melancholy King of Hearts-did Lude have any idea what he was really suggesting i do?-imagining then not one flame but a multitude, a million orange and blue tears cremating the body, this labor, and in that sudden burst of heat, more like an explosion, flinging the smoldering powder upon the room, a burning snow, calling from everywhere, erasing everything, until finally it erases all evidence of itself and even me."
~all of the above by MZD in HOL - could never write that - its too good...MZD is a genius...there should be a shrine. He gets everything, all the thoughts that rome my head at night when there's no one there to stop them, and he combines it all into this completely undefineable, so myserious and distant thing that just makes you get it...