Subject A Obliterates

A Little 24 hr Autism In The Night...

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

God Of Alltime



"You still want to?"

"Yes."

"Even with-" Just a shuck of hair now, already dissolving as he passed his hands.

"Yes."

Somewhere, in amongst the luck and the drivel (she assured him that both couldn't concur) he found a meagre smile; mealed it, made it appear certain.

"I'm pleased. Mostly with myself."

He looked over at the ranch, now burning but still habitable. "Shall we?"

She grinned, licked like a metaphor.

They walked but were ruined. Neither limb corresponded, found instead a loose connection of tissue that pretended to correspond and used that instead. From a distance they could have been limping towards a watering hole, from up close it was clear that neither would use water again.

"When we die, I'll blame you, mostly..."

"I'm beyond reproach. Just beyond it," he said, hoping for a final smile.

The flames flicked, even now this seemed purposeless, maybe even slightly ironic.

"I'll die sooner but you'll catch quicker," she said, tying up her hair, just to make sure. "The fat..."

He rolled his eyes and kept walking.

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