Saturday, November 17, 2007

item #6789

Get me Kafka, I've a thought to share.

I exist, only I cannot verify, neither by email, phonecall, chatroom, or messenger. I'm using ethereality as thought; albeit poked along dark wires. I do not exist anywhere but here. I am a fixture of some dressing-up box. Thoughts select me. I accompany them, day-to-day. Existence precludes affirming world. You can dress this up any way you like, but it's just true. I have only one limitation in knowing this: your pleasure, and its strictures and curtailments. Your body wreaks finite, and I'm growing ever-sicker.

My preference is for coordinates of pain.


Blogger Inconsequential said...

Thoughts select me. I accompany them, day-to-day.


kinda scary.

Sunday, November 18, 2007 8:08:00 am  
Blogger murmurists said...

Thanks, Inc.


Sunday, November 18, 2007 3:45:00 pm  

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