day#2: the sun, the moon, the stars
By HiramDiaz
oscillating in the art-deco modern/retro-modern swivel-based chair,the naked computer screen stares at me, interrogatively.i inject meaning into circumstance’s veins,she curls into a ball.curving her wrists around her neck, she shuts her eyesand hums herself to sleep.suddenly,the squeaking base of my throne becomes the cry of oppressed minorities and the screen awaits my wrathful voice.deliverance comes from my fingers -i stain the ivory canvas with small, black, characters -sonorously silent vengeance.***blah, blah*** Written October 23rd, 2001 © on Oct 23 2001 06:51 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"oscillating in the art-deco modern/retro-modern swivel-based chair,the naked computer screen stares at me, interrogatively.i inject meaning into circumstance’s veins,she curls into a ball.curving her wrists around her neck, she shuts her eyesand hums herself to sleep.suddenly,the squeaking base of my throne becomes the cry of oppressed minorities and the screen awaits my wrathful voice.deliverance comes from my fingers -i stain the ivory canvas with small, black, characters -sonorously silent vengeance.***blah, blah***..."