presence.

[dryft]

as she strolled through the library she would pluck random books off the stacks and place them in her bag. by the time she reached the librarian's desk she was dragging it along the floor, a clear trail in the dust following her wherever she went. tonight she would go home and pluck words and lines and punctuation from all these random books and

Comments

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[whorlpool]

beautiful.

[megafunk]

[thesnark]

hmm. this one, I'm sorry, I found to be a little over the top in its hopelessly romantic tone. But I still love you.

[moltenscene]

*and through the lines that etch the clouds we speak in the tones of divine insects, each tap, each click, each vibration carrying with it the most infinitesimal piece of language. the importance arrives with the synthesis of each into the whole that we are now arriving at.*

Whoa, Furtado!

[dryft]

are you making fun of me?

making googly eyes, really

[moltenscene]

no way, not even close.

Just too self concious to be all, wow, your imagery is fabulous and makes me go "mmm".

Too cool for that, ok? my instinct was "whoa, nelly!", and then my second guess whispered "heh, whoa furtado"

I can see how you might have taken that comment, and believe me I was far from trying to imply that there is any similarity between your writing and Nelly "flyaway" Furtado.

You know she's not so bruh bruh bright
You better turn off the light

By the way, a greasy bronze stripper shook his quivering, thong-clad genitalia all over the room to that funky beat. I'd link to the picture if I knew how.

[dryft]

well thank you. i was confused for a moment because, well, my mind isn't quite as sharp as it usually is. a very clever remark, though! and that picture sounds frightening and hilarious.