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Dead Wife On Space Station Manifested

I think,
I resign.

Instead of escape,
I'll settle for revision.

I think I've taken on airs,
Of optimism amongst other things,
and let myself become like cheese left out.
Once fluid, now solid with a film of crust.

I am in want of a sharp knife.
To cut and to carve.

Comments

monkeyparts
Sep. 26th, 2009 04:54 pm (UTC)
- "Cheese is the corpse of milk."
chupacabra667
Sep. 28th, 2009 01:58 pm (UTC)
do you mean to say then that a corpse is a useful refinement of a creature

that's probably true, according to strictly utilitarian principles, if you admit bacteria and plant life as equal beneficiaries in that philosophy
monkeyparts
Sep. 28th, 2009 03:24 pm (UTC)
- If Chris can reference Solaris, I can reference Ulysses: "A corpse is meat gone bad. Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk." I should have said.

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