i am as depressed as i ever was. unbelievable considering my beautiful surroundings. and the new job is a nitemare. well, i have to go already and i doubt i will get my own ip this winter. must save for vehicle. i'll probably get killed on one of these curvy 1lane roads. people drive them like speed demons. thanks for the visit.
2 pics of my other gnome.. & another post of sparklehorse - the best version
don't save
'invalid_ move'
what?!
stupidstupid spider solitaire
Nina stares at the screen
annoyed and just
pissed off -
this
no internet situation
blows !
outside bolts of lightning
frag ment the night's sky
the moon-fish swim in circles
turning every now & then to
press
their
frail
white
faces
AgainstTheGlass
***
later
in a dream
she follows pale_violet_links
to Mr Virtual Virtuoso's realm of 'No reason to stay awake'
obsolete electronics mementoes of another time
networks of amorphous alumni mannequins ~
their gushy eyes
music
machines
unfinished paintings<>drawings
maps & manuscripts
a blacklight poster of a naked asian chick
pinned to a marred wall
&
on the sofa a box of
open
to
be smeared
in the newer portals of the
multifarious Never Ending ~
Emptiness sometimes lies down and stretches her long legs
until her toes touch the tip of a bed or blanket or the
coat of some unsuspecting fool
silently shuffling through his own dream / s
of
long ago ~
clusters of rosettes wet and shiny could be found
clustering under certain trees at the edge of the wood ~
a myraid of spider webs strewn across
flowering meadows only visible to the human eye
on misty mornings ~
your absence is still a hole in today
*
Nina knows he is right ~ nothing will ever come of it
~ * ~
Nothing ~ slinky in her black dress & new
eyelashes Nothing ~ sister to Emptiness Nothing ~
penetrating the divine with one single swipe and click
the simple hit and run the clinch & glitch
Nothing ~ c ode les s just a slip in the chip
sometimes Nina thinks she somehow misled him but
the truth is he misled her or they misled each other
without ever working up
a sheen of sweat
during the overshadowing the static
the marathon marauding her alcoholic
psychosis his designer drugs & those
many melancholy drizzles
he rocked her and she cradled him
~*~
after the rain the blue starts to open out and
s p r e a d
blueing everything
'There are no more possible moves
What do you want to do?
end game
or
return and try again'
