Ground feeding - The feeding grounds - enhanced version for bulletin boards.
Keep your finger out of my eye while I write (dedicated to the lamb that lied down on the broadway). At least the butterflies can hear me - or are they gutterflies ?The sound is obsolete, because the Lamia cannot hear it. Only the sounds stay, but not for long.
As I walk along the passageway, I glance at a purple haze, something I had read about before. It seems to be a reminiscent of a person, as far as my eyes can see - it streches itself into the webspace and is called “Real” . So ... it is.
Following the sound of a broadway melody from 1974, I reach the top of a ravine, just in time to see the raven get fed.
The purple haze surrounds me, but I’m taken away into a cave - a cave that is lit by candlelight and filled with the echoes of youth. I begin spinning and keep on turning my self inside out.
Now, finally I’m a cloud - I’m wandering lonely as a cloud, seeing the strange Colony of Slippermen from above. They scream “Hellay” from down under,, but I decide not to see them. As I pass by, I can see Willow Farm lying in the far distance, being robbed, meanwhile an assault takes place, including a massive battery.
The smell of Supper brings me back home, where I rest uneasily on a seat, being treated by Hypgnosis ... err - I mean Hypnosis. A Squonk is the doctor, having replaced Doctor Dyper who’s out of business now. Specializing on removing windscreen-whipers doesn’t earn too much money nowadays.
As I awake - after an unquiet slumber - from a severe sobbing, a pool lies before me. There it rests. The Ripples on the water remind me of some company - the Lamia; again the Reality substitutes my memory.
As I look around me, I’m aware that I’m living in a City of Gold, being led by Ikhnaton and Itsakon, survivors of the Colony lying in the west. Nowadays they call themselves Earls of Mar.
Still I’m taken by surprise, being trapped in a talk by the supernatural Aneastetist and the guaranteed eternal sanctuary man , I do not know what to say, being irritated by their words (which, of course, come out of their mouth).
At last and least, the ghost of One-eye, the challenger of Fang, son of Great Fang, leads me into the mist. Switching our bodies, I realize why his name is “One-eye”. I am lost. The only chance of surviving is , to write my memories down , as soon as they are erased from my brain. Having my memories on paper instead of in my brain helps a bit, doesn’t it ?
Keep your finger out of my eye while I write (dedicated to the lamb that lied down on the broadway). At least the butterflies can hear me - or are they gutterflies ?The sound is obsolete, because the Lamia cannot hear it. Only the sounds stay, but not for long.
As I walk along the passageway, I glance at a purple haze, something I had read about before. It seems to be a reminiscent of a person, as far as my eyes can see - it streches itself into the webspace.
Following the sound of a broadway melody from 1974, I reach the top of a ravine, just in time to see the raven get fed.
The purple haze surrounds me, but I’m taken away into a cave - a cave that is lit by candlelight and filled with the echoes of youth. I begin spinning and keep on turning my self inside out.
The A.Kr.Project , August, 29th, 2000
Re-discovered on January, 24th , 2004
Shaken, not stirred.
With small corrections and additions.
(C) The A.Kr.Project
Notes on the text :
The first edition had some small mistakes I corrected. Also I added a few things.
Changes made :
- Earl of Mar was originally in singular form.
- The intention that the robbery at Willow Farm included an assault has been stressed; also, the word “inclusive” was changed into “including”.
- The original text read : “A SQuonk is the doctor, having replaced Doctor Dyper”. Nothing more.
- The words “Still I’m taken by surprise” have been added.
- “Challanger” was corrected into “challenger”. A common mistake.
- Note : The repeated is kept as the original form. The missing words were already missing in the original text. I assume that this was made by intention by me.
- Please note that Eglish is not my natural language. So don’t be surprised if you notice errors both in Grammar and in Spelling.
Dedicated to Genesis and Peter Gabriel.
