Now (now is a funny concept in itself, fleeting, flitting, never held down, different to the millisecond before and after but still the same) I am transmitting all the time. I am always on. But the switch is just there, try it, it’s not hard. You will realise what you have been missing. Personal solace and you wonder, No wonder I keep losing my trails of thought, no wonder I am wandering who I am because you’re w – a – o – ndering and you don’t even know it.
I find myself looking out of the window into the sun behind the clouds. Except, I, am, sitting, down. Why do you not wonder about getting up? Oh but I do, I just don’t know if my feet will take me where I want to go. But your mind will speak. I don’t know if my mind can utter words of wisdom. Hush already, this is confusing enough. Just imagine then. That’s latin, that. But don’t you find everything is? Just a variable cipher. Still living the same way, except there’s exponential freedom to kill at will. Expunging breath, it breathes dirty on your soul for all time as you struggle for a way to make it right.
Back to that wily serpent, love: the origin of change. She was not afraid to re-arrange yet she is apportioned all the blame for all the rest of history. Another irony (maybe God invented it and not the British after all), she was formed of his rib but was ultimately, the thorn in his side which made him fall.
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