interrupted-transmission
11.24.2004
A head without eyes. Black holes in the head which recede indefinitely. Bottomless pits where eyes would be.
Radio voices. Spirit feedback.
Euphonious stars.
Sulphur. Billowing gases. Cloud-swirl.
Hurricane.
Its raining. It is a deluge. We are in a house. It is a long time ago.
Everything is very old. There is a clock. The time is half past eight.
There are people living here. I am dimly aware of their presence but they do not impinge of them and they do not impinge on me. We are in the same space, that is all. In every other respect we are impossibly distant. Immeasurable distances.
This is not my home nor is it my time. I will leave.
Radio voices. Spirit feedback.
Euphonious stars.
Sulphur. Billowing gases. Cloud-swirl.
Hurricane.
Its raining. It is a deluge. We are in a house. It is a long time ago.
Everything is very old. There is a clock. The time is half past eight.
There are people living here. I am dimly aware of their presence but they do not impinge of them and they do not impinge on me. We are in the same space, that is all. In every other respect we are impossibly distant. Immeasurable distances.
This is not my home nor is it my time. I will leave.
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