Wednesday, May 07, 2003

What do you define as being a cheat? Or a liar? Or a threat?
Infinite instances when I can twist my structures to accomodate your wrongs and mine. And seize the moment and wax eloquent. On how morals should be archived while I dance the night and trip the light. It isn't so difficult.

I am adept at living multiple lives. I am fifteen thousand gestures and thirty thousand words. Shouldn't be a problem to characterise and categorise. Once upon a very long time, I hung up my boots because I was bored. I just wanted to get used to myself.
Time to do the manoeuvres again.
It's like riding a cycle. You never forget. The moves or the falls.

Would you cheat me as easily as I would you?
Desperation is defeating. Nazguls of my soul. Or is that an oxymoron?

I do not like extremist fantasies or emotion at its zenith.
Do not shake my boat and do not churn the waters.
I like my bubbles. Don't burst them.
Most times, logic is the only real building block. The rest are crumbs and pretend soldiers. Hanging around to make useless conversation, unholy gaps and incoherent lulls. Logic and the discipline of reason. The surety of unsurety. Lord it's killing...