Lethologica
By Adam Gaucher
is a state where inspiration runs dry. Your head lies peacefully cloudy and severed like a jar of vapid tuesday-night diners. Your ears leak a corpsed mind's waste with a thud of helplessness and deserted photographs. You stub your toes but not before they're frost bitten anyway, and it's like climbing an Egyptian pyramid with only your left nostril. The state of lethologica pulls you into a path of dulled influence for the fear of impatiants and stupidity. You try to shake hands with a goat in September; you attempt to reach the speed of light with a single bar of soap. The ego you've created crumbles inward to a single plane rapidly, where your mind floats away to observe the second dimension as an intruder from the third. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 13 2002 08:45 AM PST 10 • 0
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