Somehow Geryon made it to adolescence. Then he met Herakles and the kingdoms of his life all shifted down a few notches. They were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank and they recognized each other like italics.
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Water! Out from between two crouching masses of the world the word leapt. It was raining on his face. He forgot for a moment that he was a brokenheart then he remembered. Sick lurch downward to Geryon trapped in his own bad apple. Each morning a shock to return to the cut soul.
and NOT static. this, here, is new. again i turn and find you, again in new ways and forms. again, still, always. we were barely, badly lovers all those years ago, and then again we were friends. and across this distance we find new things to make of those.
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>>Why does one feel compelled to compete with a brokenheart?
Date: 2001-08-08 06:01 pm (UTC)have you read anne carson's autobiography of red?
and NOT static. this, here, is new. again i turn and find you, again in new ways and forms. again, still, always. we were barely, badly lovers all those years ago, and then again we were friends. and across this distance we find new things to make of those.