Wednesday, April 11, 2007

no more he rose any more o.n.o.

That this astrangement is solidified, is, by know, a matter of factual act. The brain has stopped, yes; for now, the whether is with us, yes. But to where and what-for?

Towards a Codex, if you will allow:

My timing is off. It has been for some time. Worse, the content quivers, too. Nothing perfect or foolproof was ever hinted at, however, but was needed nonetheless. Indeed, nothing less could do. Here comes the flood. My oracle tells me, here comes the flood. I will not wave this time.


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