Thursday, September 07, 2006

Mothwoman [Stage 2 and 3]

Larva: zeroed while using telepathy to phone home, emergence, born to biologically transmutate:: grow head--a radial effect of climbing hills, pray atoms are thirsting some kind space described above as kinetic. Above my head, surprise of lower worlds so minute, rigid terrain:: speaks absurdity of existence by the shape’s orientation so puss-like, throbbing, will harden not what is used to bone.

Pupa: scratches repeatedly with nature, touch--for itself--saves this? I wonder what it’s like to get nothing out of a casing, thumb-out the idea what, where there’s a free oddity so common it is commonoddity, influential in cocoon’s plumping.

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