The Glory of Ms.Zelle
I realize that it is unprofessional to blog my emotional feelings.
I cannot sit by while Ms. Zelle is abused by bloggers.
I have to admit that I find her to be wonderful. Of course I don't know her, how do you approach such a woman...but I would like to think that she...
...well, that she is sitting at her computer with her hair down finishing a glass of wine...an enexpensive meritage.
She reads my blog last because it gives her the best dreams...
Tonight I want to dedicate the following lines to a Neurocam Agent who no doubt has transcended to an exquisite level of consciousness...
Fortean Bureau
Though she dwelt in timelessness, the Diva had an acute sense of time. Every tick of the galaxy was a strike across her heart, reminding the Diva of the excruciating, ubiquitous nearness of her lover (were his dark atoms passing through her light ones right now?) but also the immense distance of time between them.
It wasn't boredom that pained her, since she was so many things at once. While the Diva stirred thin matter in that lonely gulf and longed for the end, she was also a quasar blazing at the heart of a distant galaxy and an upwelling of phosphorescent life in the organic atmosphere of a gaseous planet. She was a creek full of lusty frogs, a nebula gasping ionized gas, a fissure in the flank of a volcano. She was nearing the end of her exploration into all possible matters, wearying of the same atoms dancing with themselves and yearning for something different. Like a young girl with a pretend partner, the Diva would whirl as a binary star clutching its identical companion, herself to herself, and yearn for the day when she would again have her lover, the Eleatic One, to seduce, seize, and to bite.
I cannot sit by while Ms. Zelle is abused by bloggers.
I have to admit that I find her to be wonderful. Of course I don't know her, how do you approach such a woman...but I would like to think that she...
...well, that she is sitting at her computer with her hair down finishing a glass of wine...an enexpensive meritage.
She reads my blog last because it gives her the best dreams...
Tonight I want to dedicate the following lines to a Neurocam Agent who no doubt has transcended to an exquisite level of consciousness...
Fortean Bureau
Though she dwelt in timelessness, the Diva had an acute sense of time. Every tick of the galaxy was a strike across her heart, reminding the Diva of the excruciating, ubiquitous nearness of her lover (were his dark atoms passing through her light ones right now?) but also the immense distance of time between them.
It wasn't boredom that pained her, since she was so many things at once. While the Diva stirred thin matter in that lonely gulf and longed for the end, she was also a quasar blazing at the heart of a distant galaxy and an upwelling of phosphorescent life in the organic atmosphere of a gaseous planet. She was a creek full of lusty frogs, a nebula gasping ionized gas, a fissure in the flank of a volcano. She was nearing the end of her exploration into all possible matters, wearying of the same atoms dancing with themselves and yearning for something different. Like a young girl with a pretend partner, the Diva would whirl as a binary star clutching its identical companion, herself to herself, and yearn for the day when she would again have her lover, the Eleatic One, to seduce, seize, and to bite.
posted by Chris Titan at 9:56 PM
2 Comments:
Hmmmmm. Minus the, er, jugs ... she actually looks quite a bit like a certain Neurocam operative I know. One who has recently expressed affection for the steely Ms Zelle.
I wonder wonder wonder ...
Constance is Ms Zelle?
Interesting notation.
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