Metaphoric Hate....Coroneus, Wake.

Friday, October 17, 2008

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 23

What did context ever have anything to do with anything, anyway?

With pale hands, a richly hued lack of sleep was built. How does such a state be? Trapped in between a meringue and sunrise, stale breeze sweeping over it, it sat. Staring at empty words somehow being wrenched out of a vacuum. It wasn't worth the bother. Not too many things were.

Something always happens. That really was the whole point. So why be arsed? Life is a concatenation of different sized somethings. Or so it seems when you take the cheese out of it.

Pers: Wh?

Crimorcles: True.

Pers: Gud pint on yer behoof. Welly wells, so the thingy is thingus.

Crimorcles: Whut is is.

Pers: Gud pint, dammut glenfidget.

Crimorcles: Nurh, wassa quesshun.

Pers: Oho.

Something always filled in the blanks. If blanks were initially perceived to have existed there, that is to say. If not, there was something there anyway. Not worth the bother. The cookie always crumbles. Into something.

An oyster waited for something. Not much going on other than the ebb of life. Thoughts were piling up next door, figuring out what to do, then scampering away at merely the thought of doing so, just like average quality sheets of printer paper with odd squiggly scripts printed on them in a grandmother's least favourite font. Now that was something.

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