So cook me up a new thing. Make me dance. Make me smile.
A black cat crosses the courtyard. two paces behind and to the left is his pale white double; a ghostly mimicry takes place and I am left on the outside, inhabiting a very human world... I am unable to follow; like a slapdash intuition of the whispered words between a couple (seen and never heard) on the other side of the room, I know that I can never inhabit their world.
'Why should I be denied access at the door?' 'Who controls the guest list?'
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black cat black dog each only impediment sentimentally wraught significance, how else would one get in , if ones name were not down
i either need VIP access or a back door, i suppose :)
By Johv betwixt desire and intention kneads thread; can formless form on axis seen by formless forms on intangible tangents
black dog thriven well strewed amid flotsam and jetsampled strewnage .
lavid in its lascivisciousness and prayerful gaitor
and from some tangled twist of perceptions comes essence from detritus and I give offerings to the entities (within and without) which create and recreate and re-recreate synchronous occurences and playful expressions of light and dark.
concomitance elaborated transubstantiating as intended.
nothing is missing, nothing was left behind.
wit respecktacle societal infraded,
only yooneye no witch pathda dread,
upto yellowbrick coloured its lane I tread,
ford ahead, ford ahead, ford ahead.
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