I flattened my baby eyeballs against the veiny beige plastic window of the DC-9. I owned that ball of holy light, especially at that altitude, and Alice was gonna hear about it from me. They told me it would be the Pacific coast, they said it throughout the entire screenplay, and all we get are US Virgin Islands? There's a big red sky...in my raging eyes, light it up, light it up. It builds, the tension, it builds...Whooaaaaaooow, does that quite capture it? Did that crystallize it? How many K's? How many K's before I give up on this whole K-thing. $200 to a good cause, the signs warn. They say, don't give money to panhandlers, be skeptical! That just gets you closer to the sun, inscribed on a belly, of a woman, who used to be pregnant. There was a much greater distance between my Mickey Mouse ears over in MCO and my arrogance here 2.6 km SW of LGA. Take home, take home, via solaris majoris exhalus. Budweiser. Eeeeeesshhh. I knew the cue, and I missed it on purpose. These days, when I'm done, the red, raging eyes. The red, bloody son.
The clouds have obstructed my view of the sun occasionally, but I've always known it's there. Like a little boy. Snare, snare, snare, snare - (staccato). I've always been a fan of the 'favor+de' construction. And now we pause for station identification.
Hi, I'm 23rd and Broadway, I've been um, here for....I don't know, about 90 years, yeah. People don't realize how close I am to Park Avenue, yeah, I mean, I'm a good station, lots of action winter 2002, since I've been as pure as a saint. And we're back...
The taller I stand the closer I get to that holy light, and when I don't do it with the right caution, it burns. Hey, at least it still burns right? Some people's heads stay above the clouds more than others, and I reckon they're fucked. Tempting. They're charred. Oh man, you didn't. They've put their brains in the world's furnaces and they come out looking like cooked lambs. Forced the Blake there, everyone missed your point. You could argue that we're between pigmentation or plain egotism, excuse me, are you kidding me? But near the sun those two things are the same thing. Scratches head. I'd rather know what I knew back then even earlier, because it's way more cloudy in Western Europe than in Texas. You again! In another life. In another life! I got another life!
[15] is set to light the ground. In thirty years I'll climb my remote Splash Mountain atop Kilamanjaro. Our children will watch with sable eyes from the clouds. A tremor will seize me as I gaze, but my skin will endure, and my good blood will keep pumping. So let me get this straight, William Steven Matthews - didn't work, again. That's what I gain from marveling at the summit all these years. I'm thinkin' George Seurat, even today. How do you do? I'm overwhelmed.
Here we have a completely naked post, devoid of Hamiltonian pathways, injected with A Dream and [How He Saved] St. Michael. - Hamiltonian pathways added 5/10/06.
