fathoms please

Dec 23, 2006 06:42

A mariner, the sea has a lot of power as a symbol right now
because the sun is beating down, and I see nothing but waves in every direction.
When in this state, one is liable to see monsters and mermaids everywhere,
and when you're alone at sea, who's to say whether you're right or wrong?

I'm analyzing my nascent writing style, and I see a foolish, demented hermit in a
dark, secluded cranny of some dead place. I see the style bubbling and
foaming in a cliché black cauldron. He is stirring and perhaps even cackling a bit,
but as he eyes the cauldron he sees an ebullient comical aspect staring back
and determines that the process is in fact in motion according to its own plan.
The bubbles tell secrets about flaws of passion and make an embarrassing pop-pop-pop.

mariner pop

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