i was something to say made of my own language however the waves, formless from the start, have fallen into an unearthly glassy trance flatline flowing from the sensation of russian or something quite similar being spoken into a courtesy phone just over my left shoulder by someone sitting surfing the same internet i’m typing into just over his right shoulder. listening to the soft soft consonance, phrases formed on a tongue that learned entirely different phonemes throughout its formative phases, i am lost in the difference which i confess tickles something somewhere near maybe the base of my skull & could easily easily lull me drowsy into dreams describing things i’ve never known, tempting tempting i want to relent, to let my lids give in to the gravity the gravity is everything no no that’s not right is it? it isn’t even the strongest force in the universe, is it? no, but it is every force in this story which is certainly not everything there are other things, i just can’t at the moment remember even one of them.
and the imagery being encoded and decoded is the same as what you are passing along here…
seductive…
Sweet!
glad to be on the same internet with ya
i don’t know why but all of a sudden i’m thinking of “in your mind” by bryan ferry. off to the lyrics database………….
can’t find the lyrics but here’s the audio:
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How you doin kiddo?
doin’ ok.
you sound so relaxed and–dare I say it?–happy! yay, liz!
i wouldn’t go so far as that yet. i’m not even … well, things are … you know. things are my life. my life.