Re: The Tunnel Under The Orchard. It was a place we went; I think it was an apple orchard, in the last bit of its summer, ripe and bursting with sweetness. The tunnel was dark, and thats where we planned to sell our souls to each other, and be demons to one another forever. That is where we will end: where I can hit you back, and you can love me back.
- Re: Dissappearing. Something we have both done. One might call it the national obsession of the city we built upon our mutual insanity. I was the last one. It's your turn. - Re: German? You ask: "Tay, do you know everything I never knew, yet?" I answer, "Yes, or at least that is I'm trying to do for you." I would learn it tonight if I thought that I could keep you [sane] with it. - Re: Whiskers, Stars, and the Golden Marmoset. We could have flown through space, between your films and songs, and my stories and pictures. But I gave up painting for poetry, and so we'll have to ride this golden beast on words, without the vision of what we dreamed, to smash our hearts and send our kittens to the moon. - Re: Yargen Schluven. Character? I dont know, if this one is as real as them all, I know that Waseem was real I guess because eventually I met him. He's the one who said, "When I see a pretty girl I get hungry. Should I eat her, or something else?" More facts: I will never know how much you lie, and how much of you is really composed of dreams made real. - Re: Sam, Sam, the Toucan Chef. Cereal, you cheater. Is this how you rip me off? Its like the time at Ellen Rose's house; the Aunt Jemima bottle that I found, full of massive dead carpenter ants. I should have known, then, how much rot you had in store. - Re: Axolotl Holocaust. Later you told me that the axlotl had eaten fourteen godlfish already that day. "I don't," you said, "know what to think anymore." I suppose that I am your holocaust, or you are mine, and we are both glutting ourselves on raw, living flesh. Every time I think that I have escaped you, I realise that I am only feeding the mouth you gave to me, the appetite that you ripped open for me. - Re: Satan! Satan! Satan! I told them all, you are the devil. I think if I believe anything, I believe that. You are far too much to be human, and far to much more to be as sweet as God. - _____ Tay Arrow Sherman "Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others." -Oscar Wilde 1KRT: http://www.one38.org/ 1(617)983-8137 AIM: Adopted Clownfish _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
