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03-23-03
*...a steady flame, a guiding light, this gentle woman leading him by the hand. everything is so strange so odd.
past. present. future. all off it a whirling nexus of posibilities each one less stable then the one before or is it after? there is no time just events. theres not even events its just....
maddening unable to tell now from then. but here leading me by the hand a beautiful, kind woman. but doesn't she betray me? or has that already happened? will she lead back me to lucindia? or haven't i met her yet? what is going on, its so fast, too slow incomprehensible...*
*Sard quitely followed Isis, paying no mind to his saroundings. ocasionaly smiling, sometimes laughing, a tear every now and then and sometimes a frown. but still with out comment he followed Isis, trusting her* I was.... am... I will at some point be old. very old. and strong I think, but i don't think thats now. I might be two hundred years as i am, but maybe thats not for a while, maybe it happened long ago, you don't understand you see, for you its a straight line, for me its... its a whirl wind it changes and goes and comes... you wouldn't understand" "what is goth?" get a life, goth isn't something, somthing is goth, its an adjective. |