Thursday, October 28, 2004
When Lucifer fell, not even his great wings were broad enough to slow his plummet, a stone in heaven bound for the icy depths of nether hell. Was it his pride? His questioning? Or that woman in the Garden, the one neither the Old Man nor his first son would ever cop to once she'd gone over the wall in pursuit of her own ends? Lilith, corrupter of angels, had pushed him into love, true enough. But as he'd learned, when one pushes God, God pushes back.
And so he plummets more. Milton was wrong, though. The lightbringer hasn't landed yet. When the ice shatters at the bottom of the pit, so will the world shatter, and then only love will remain. And then we shall see who loves and who is beloved.
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
The aerialist studies the clouds, his errant sheep herded at 11,000 feet. His wire is orbit-high, his spangled suit glitters like stars, but he also flies on invisible wings lent him by love and kindness. Look if you will, you might see him soaring in the autumn sky. Look again, you might be
him. Life takes everyone by the hand eventually.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
The jellyfish man has a silver-white head with streaming crimson hair. His wit is stinging, his manner salty, but his heart is as big as the sea. He floats through life somewhere between the storm-tossed waves and the benthic black. If you ever meet him, beware his song.
I went to Otiose once. The train station was closed for repairs, so the Intercity Flyer slowed to about ten miles per hour and two baggage handlers threw me into a hayrick. Unfortunately they missed. My bags did not miss, impacting neatly with my head. After that, my visit was somewhat confused, so I am not certain of the academic debate ranging between three nearly-naked men in fire chief's hats, nor of the enormously fat basset hound which attempted to counsel me in the Hegelian dialectic.
All in all, a pointless visit, though catching the departing train was exciting, to say the least.
("Otiose" suggested by Zelda Topp
Monday, October 25, 2004
"I'm not arguing, I'm talking."
"Well, this sure seems like another argle-bargle to me."
"Argle-bargle? It's not argle-bargle, it's argy-bargy."
"Argy-bargy? Who in their right mind says argy-bargy? Probably only people who say 'cutsie-wootsie.'"
"That was a low blow, coming from someone who squeezes the toothpast tube in the middle."
"Ah, here comes the toothpaste tube. Definitely an argle-bargle."
"Argy-bargy, you asshole."
(Storyword by guest author RuthN)
Sunday, October 24, 2004
The harlequin dances between me and thee, carrying messages across the sea, her patchwork eyes rolling so free, her sewn-tight mouth given to secrecy. Pity the harlequin, what does she know? Everything, of course, how else could it go?
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