But the opposition was too strong. There was no more this and that
about them...We were to be favored or to lose. Emmanuel,
beautiful
Emmanuel i remember cut off his own hands - well of course with the machine
of deification mind you, i and the other blundered along as best we might
...Earth twitched, the world in constant spasm not sure whether in orgasm,
birth, or in the shudder of death, kept spinning us around. We felt like
thread on a spool used to sew a mirror on desire. i got sick at the sight
of perpendiculars, my breath scraped my throat i was not sure if i was
around unless someone spoke to me then i was certain, i was certain, i was
not.