Wednesday, May 12, 2010
One, to,Three
I will not say there is a discernible point; I believe in graph paper, Where each line is a point you are always just left or right of; you cannot get close enough. Which isn't to say it cannot be reached or passed. There is movement toward; there is shifting, roughing, rolling, a sliding motion as one slips f--
One is three in paper clothes; three is one in gripped-up flesh. Three is a monster; one is monstrous, or can be, though it is often not perceived as such. But authors know authors know Odradek has teeth at his back knives and curled up toes claws out ungrateful or too grateful paper teeth are worse than any other authors know authors know readers cannot know.
My head is running backwards; inverse. It is looking at the pavement; it is licking its lips and baring its teeth because if it cannot bite with them, it is determined to smash them into wetsharpwets.
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