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Sep. 9th, 2014 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proximoceptionSomething's wrong with your key. You notice that there's a tiny lock attached to its tip.
These are the Boyg Days.
Accept that success is impossible and you will lose half your weight and join the serene. They hang out mostly in graveyards, where grabbing the stones of the dead keeps them anchored against breezes and where they reassure one another.
I'm done. Done is a state wherein one says or subvocalizes that one is done. Nothing else changes. Nothing further is meant.
You were promised a kingdom and the love of the shapeliest and an infinite number of slightly improved watches and a promotion and renewed interest and six dollars and apotheosis and a better kind of neck pillow but these promises trip over one another such that the hope of more than one coming through someday, even partially or in prospect or in parable, looks like it's going to have to be purchased by giving up on every individual promise. You exchange them all for something they created and upheld. For the dust kicked up while racing around, you worry. No telling what until that cloud subsides.
With a little more perspective you might have guessed that the most unsettling thing would be perspective.
But no one has a jot more than they do.
These are the Boyg Days.
Accept that success is impossible and you will lose half your weight and join the serene. They hang out mostly in graveyards, where grabbing the stones of the dead keeps them anchored against breezes and where they reassure one another.
I'm done. Done is a state wherein one says or subvocalizes that one is done. Nothing else changes. Nothing further is meant.
You were promised a kingdom and the love of the shapeliest and an infinite number of slightly improved watches and a promotion and renewed interest and six dollars and apotheosis and a better kind of neck pillow but these promises trip over one another such that the hope of more than one coming through someday, even partially or in prospect or in parable, looks like it's going to have to be purchased by giving up on every individual promise. You exchange them all for something they created and upheld. For the dust kicked up while racing around, you worry. No telling what until that cloud subsides.
With a little more perspective you might have guessed that the most unsettling thing would be perspective.
But no one has a jot more than they do.
