Oy. what is this hiss? this brew? this haha of whispers. shadows. ease. i feel such slick in this world. the ooze of slickness. can it be? are we turning? is this really a new generation of black magic?
the good stuff: darkness composed of all the colors including light. lightness composed of deep black.. all the in betweens.
flora, fauna. creatures.
song, dance, mirth, creation.
reverence for death. the departed.
hands.
bodies.
wood.
craft. shapes we can hold. grasp. touch gently.
i friggin’ hate the internet even though it allows me to be me.
yep, it’s a web of tongues. here i am.
dead center.
here i am.
communicating.
remember the letter?
naw.
where do we go from here?
the word uttered in real time, heard by an ear close by.
a nearby ear.
that’s what i want.
good morrw.