Date: Fri, 31 Mar 2000 00:04:27 -0800 (PST)
Subject: death spasms of the early going




an invitation to dance, to share the convulsions of death:  the early
words, the first attackable statements ventured into this void will define
its twists and turns until it falls again into this eerie silence.  and it
[this silence] has become heavy of late.  
 
it would be like fishing with yourself as bait.

is it worth it, to make the effort?  to stir these silent pains in the
throat to voice in the hopes of gleaning a little gold, suffering a little
more beautifully.  in commitment to the dark economy:  throw away plenty
to experience the delicacies of pain; betray well the ancestors whose
greatest possibility your limits are... and yet i still lack the will to
put myself on the line.  even the will to bite.

marcus