Tuesday, July 12, 2005
More New Friends
Tonight I bantered with a lovely inflatable family. I got to finagle with them and smile broadly over flaky foodstuffs. It was the time of inversions and puffs, of potent angels of the spirit in the core of everything.
The relicshack/hotbox/mousetrap has rendered trees to me tonight. I am becoming old-fashioned and woods-oriented - except that all landscape elements are animated with the swells and fissures of skin, the clotting of arterial networks. I think of portly hussies with dripping folds and realize much satisfaction with bumpy terrain. Yes to texture and cheez-wiz style flesh that bounces back upon touch and poke.
Reality recedes, I am becoming synthetic to myself, the hairs of head and body turn to skyward holes. Sense is leaving me. Negation is stewing in the upright back. I will try to find true content in the frisbee of tomorrow. Night night.