I managed to raise my eyebrows just in time to save some face.
The light of the night fell on the city like a widow's veil.
We rode that tandem bike into the horizon and flipped over the handlebars in unison, an act unrecorded and unrepeatable.
Self-delusion is impossible at this point. We're looking sideways along the timestream at the impact eddies made by the Action. The psychological and biological after-effects, the groanings which cannot be uttered, ears heavy and eyes shut. Still crooked, empowered and maintained, yet elegant in a perfect and beautiful order. Inter-dimensional eddies, shifting like a pregnant woman late in term, knitting, pearl one, knit two, looming, spinning great webs, great swaths of cloth, the skin of the world, atlases springing, roads emerging, snapping of bone and bridle, snorts of disappointment, a rigorous theory of reference. Cognate references refreshed, she looks up over the rim of her eyeglasses, a dim recognition emerging.
A virgin bride. Female asceticism developed and maintained in certain households. Sexual austerity was taken for granted. As a result, the fevered actions of their decadent descendents, those bucking adolescents, taking place on the threadbare couches in the next room, went undiscovered by the parental figures, each set of the youngster's ears keyed to atmospheric alterations so subtle a cat might have missed them, fingers removed and short shorts shifted just in time to avoid notice, the television at full blast or even half-mast providing a muffling of at least some of the furtive movements. A magnificent snag, a certain scope of things, strings, kings, rings. And the fat lady sings.
The light of the night fell on the city like a widow's veil.
We rode that tandem bike into the horizon and flipped over the handlebars in unison, an act unrecorded and unrepeatable.
Self-delusion is impossible at this point. We're looking sideways along the timestream at the impact eddies made by the Action. The psychological and biological after-effects, the groanings which cannot be uttered, ears heavy and eyes shut. Still crooked, empowered and maintained, yet elegant in a perfect and beautiful order. Inter-dimensional eddies, shifting like a pregnant woman late in term, knitting, pearl one, knit two, looming, spinning great webs, great swaths of cloth, the skin of the world, atlases springing, roads emerging, snapping of bone and bridle, snorts of disappointment, a rigorous theory of reference. Cognate references refreshed, she looks up over the rim of her eyeglasses, a dim recognition emerging.
A virgin bride. Female asceticism developed and maintained in certain households. Sexual austerity was taken for granted. As a result, the fevered actions of their decadent descendents, those bucking adolescents, taking place on the threadbare couches in the next room, went undiscovered by the parental figures, each set of the youngster's ears keyed to atmospheric alterations so subtle a cat might have missed them, fingers removed and short shorts shifted just in time to avoid notice, the television at full blast or even half-mast providing a muffling of at least some of the furtive movements. A magnificent snag, a certain scope of things, strings, kings, rings. And the fat lady sings.
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