Yesterdays...

October 26th; french schoolgirls fucking

We are building a new house in my head. Or, rather, it was there all along and we are only now remodeling and refurnishing. someone has left a trunk of gold and jewels in the attic. Funny, the construction that goes on in my head when i'm not looking It looks like Bonsai Oaks, a bit, but bigger and the stairs aren't as steep. I'm watching a film called Therese and Isabel, which is about two French schoolgirls who fall in love and fuck a lot. As smut, it's not wonderful. As a novel, it would be great under-the-covers reading. madstop.org is a reality and, if all goes well, should come up sometime next week. I rock. Hm. some poetry? icconage this is a dream that cannot be left, these costumes and colors and jealous looks; I am in her shadow and casting glances I find they envy me her adornment. But never in all the years we have vortexed has there been such guilt, such fear, such unbalanced hope, such little regard for the tomorrows that hold us captive, the audience to our futures. Asylum has come together and welcomed us, dancing to a victory beat and holding fast to the ways we drift. Flashing forwards, backwards, I have lost my time or my good intentions and perhaps I am, like her, drunk on my inhibitions. Painting our hands, ready for war. The shield and sword around my neck, the good hard metal of dreams. --ksf "There were stigmata opening up in my viscera." [actual line from Therese and Isobel!]   Sounds: fish vendors at the market Words: Earthquake Weather, Tim Powers

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