Prose

his rats,. his rats. ricehats? no longer labour under the hot sun before listening. a vessel, first

written by: Chrome

his rats licked him likingly, uut is it was, the hoot and it.


so forth the tent htings, tent things.

"i haven't! (ih aven'ttet)

t wo declaire wart on put on, seven or oh nine, these as if numbers having some valuye, if less certainly more


for hiding in the doles, dolas, dours.

sords.

he lit into the seige, and seated himself, well-lit, unto these.



NO NO NO A THOUSAND TIMES (now approx. 1003)

he itriterated.

i'm too slam, to have an up onion, or share it. i will change. danefully, i am he, also they, also she, also and, and dewrite, to announce newly, if yyuou can't satify yourself into this image is nut an exccuse to remove yourself from the equation, propelling and engaging worklessly

clever, clever mole, tricking again by engaging nothing.


OR DO NOT, by my words, which i disgage freely.

and you loathe that i should type another.

i can planely. complainly.


i complaining, see, what about you propose to unenergize from my cant.


can't, certainly.

telling those woody hoods who cannot, who would, who might, only darkness seeing, you see now me.

and what i have left, having unseated and removed from unsated with love, having given up for no account but knowledge to restore the taken i once had.


do YOU see, however.

do you.

please, an answer, not this dull silence which speaks louder than you're capable, and hearing it i suddenly feel or otherwise sense your applause, and i too am awestruck by my wonders, by yours, by your awe, by the impressions left by typing and have strength to continue, but thank you so much for this enlightening silent touch of endorsement, sensing my rightness and confusion.


thank you, if this is correct to say without disturbing the air or your meaningful silence, i go now, to give you some of it to breathe at last, i apologize for your stifling condition, and whether i created it would i seek to remedy it somehow?

don't look to me for answers, as you've given in silence none freely or otherwise


look to my extended arm and beyond and see so much more that you needn't contract yourself.

contraction. levitation?

dilation, expansion- with water. hydrophobic aliens, fearing the wideness of matter to inspect the expanse of time, forsaking one to hopefully return sometime?

have i unbuckled your secrets, or are these public access, and by announcing them have i allowed others to retract themselves from the noise as well- even my own, that they may shut themselves safely in silence and inspect the universe without, even, the gaps between my words?

i will refrain still further, though you'll note no lack of words, as yet.

point made, boredom created, waste wasted, air breathed, dust unsettling, electrons vibrating, respect lacking from me or this or any


to teach something.