The Other Girl - 3/5/2002

..... came out last night.

She normally stays down real deep inside. I don't mind it, really.

But last night we just couldn't decide what to do and stared at a refreshing screen stupidly for the longest time. Finally, the light came on. She wanted out. So I let her type.

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the world spins round and round and spider hands pul from pockets to flutter fly about the air caught, trapped, the hangen man's Tyberry Jig quickstopped on the draw amongst the airs themselves, her eyes dark eyes black eyes paused. wide. caught by the glittersnatching stars above way above running this way to that

the clouds part the red sea above milky white bordering thine mine eye shades passed away to expose, declare, unfit? but beyond it all they shine twinkling exposing morse coding caught to translate flipflopped to mifire synapsed in a mis-strung mind, black string spiderwebs falling round pale face that shades paler, the lips cut scarred crossstitched together (sewnshutdonttelldonttelldontdontdontdontdont) the blackburgundybrown crusting flaking as the spiderfingers dance and weave through the air to find thy warm pockets again

a thought found distraught

shaken the body tremples trembles and quakes, jittery, sink to fall to crouch, pocket caves abandoned to let spiderfingers escapade and wrap vine arms round knees, low moaning moan, child's moaning moan found inrough ragged throat forehead tucked to knees, the trench we drench in tails clinging puddles caught in myriad alley ways

DIZZY DIZZY DIZZY in and out it spins what spins IT spins going gone passed away like time forgot in a mixup matchup scream the alien the alien from another mindworld it wails hollers begs and pleads demanding commanding there's nothing nothing that can be done help HELP is on the way but help has failed failed failed failed failed the order it has become disorder the system is not what it appears it crackles pops and falls apart time and time and time and time again there's a solution nothing a solution pleading a solution peace peace is quiet peace is running and failing away there must be a way to follow there must be a light to follow but there is once more nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothingnothingnothingnothingBUTTHEEND

it's a spell a dream a cast witch which, which witch? has thrown thineself upon us a nothing where a neverwhere shall beg and feast upon us while we rockrockrock out way to oblivion's calling sweet calling oblivioni we cannot answer not yet there is no voice no voice a voice without which one mustcannot feign the answer appeal which would just. solve. it. all.......... the blackness witch relieves.....