'I have spied for you. I have shied for you. All along the way, each moment, something has kept me from turning back on you. It was really nothing but a peculiar moment, a moment through which the both of us passed.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:29 PM
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'Only you, Marianbane, would think of living like this - dark shadows and the wheel of black and white, forever spinning. But oh, how the gray becomes you!'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:23 PM
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'Ode to place and time. So what it had all been done before. This was, anew, in mine own hand, registered in the rain, seen in person and present at this creation. I cared little for anything else - all those hectoring results and badgering criticisms.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:16 PM
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'I have made my time so indistinct. A fog of things, a smoke all of illusion. There is really nothing I can see.'
posted by gary j. introne @ 6:04 PM
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'The idea of travel - in this case completely imaginary - is to bring one from place to place amidst enough strange fantasy as to make it all appear real. No?'
posted by gary j. introne @ 5:43 PM
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You can surmise all that I am from what it is you read about me herein - experiences and outlooks philosophies and viewpoints too. "For God's sake ! will SOMEONE please read this stuff - it's very important."
