Thursday, May 26, 2005

flight of a famished mind

A frenzy of flying birds will not disturb me. Not when my mind, itself, is part of the pandemonium, flipping about in carnal ecstasy over having found the wings to ride the air with. Oh, the bliss of gliding with vultures in search of carrion; the succulent pain of salivating over the thought of some rotten flesh, which, though not yet in sight, already dangles the promise of being discovered. I will find it soon. A few flapping would get me to where it lays. And wanton devouring will replace the pain.


At 9:37 AM, Blogger transience said...

this is gothic in that dark half kind of way.

At 1:21 PM, Blogger bullish1974 said...

brilliant writing, really. i hope all is well.

At 5:25 PM, Blogger slim whale said...


forgive my ignorance, but what is 'dark half'?


thanks. nope, all's not well. those damned vultures got to the corpse first!

At 9:48 AM, Blogger transience said...

stephen king, the king of logorrhea and all that shite. i am afflicted with logorrhea, too, but my dark half is not as gothic.

At 12:39 PM, Blogger slim whale said...


i'll go grab a copy one of these days.


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