2006-10-28

After a story is told. The date becomes 11:11,11,11. In the Middle of May. Silence. Words begin again. It takes only seconds. Do you not feel as if you have lost a part of something? Lost in the process perhaps. Rooting through what should not be said, leaving very little of what can be said.
Uncovering secretly and covering. Which side of the door am I on? My job is to tell you. Right? You would be a better judge of character.
Other brave men have conquered these things.
Sokrates on his death bed:
"Krito, we owe a cock to asklepios. pay it back and don't forget"
"that", said Krito, "will be done, but now see if you have anything else to say".
Nov. 11, 11:11. Silence.
This is the uncovering. In his saying nothing in regards to this fact, we see the man he was.
Covering. We ask whats more implying on your death bed there is more to think about besides cock (ha!).
Selfish swims the lonely fish in water of his own.
I spend alot of time listening to stories I am not interested in. When i pretend I raise my eyes, I flow in and out of my surroundings, Head pollution and I shift my weight. Back and forth. In an out. I think I would not lose attention if I was intrigued. Why am I listening and yet not?
The great waiter.
This, fills me with fear. I have been aware of this for a while. I have hung it round my neck as a reminder. Everytime I feel your body tense for a story, change route. Move focus. Segway, segway, segway.
Here comes the irony.
For me,
when a story begins I brace for a climax, I wait for a release and when I receive it I gain from it. When I don't get this fix ( I wasn't fiending for anyways) I create my own hollow. This seems negative. 'that story wasn't good' or 'that didn't make any sense'.
I forget it is not my story.
So, If you are expecting more than nothing at all you expect far too much from someone who can give you no story. I can only spill mine and in my own way. If you are finding this confusing you should know I mean every word and I understand what I'm saying because its verbatim from inside. Even if you have a hard time. Sifting through things you don't need to. Just listen.
If this story is anti climatic I made it that way and you need not worry.
Make your own story.

Katrina at 3:41 AM

2006-10-28

After a story is told. The date becomes 11:11,11,11. In the Middle of May. Silence. Words begin again. It takes only seconds. Do you not feel as if you have lost a part of something? Lost in the process perhaps. Rooting through what should not be said, leaving very little of what can be said.
Uncovering secretly and covering. Which side of the door am I on? My job is to tell you. Right? You would be a better judge of character.
Other brave men have conquered these things.
Sokrates on his death bed:
"Krito, we owe a cock to asklepios. pay it back and don't forget"
"that", said Krito, "will be done, but now see if you have anything else to say".
Nov. 11, 11:11. Silence.
This is the uncovering. In his saying nothing in regards to this fact, we see the man he was.
Covering. We ask whats more implying on your death bed there is more to think about besides cock (ha!).
Selfish swims the lonely fish in water of his own.
I spend alot of time listening to stories I am not interested in. When i pretend I raise my eyes, I flow in and out of my surroundings, Head pollution and I shift my weight. Back and forth. In an out. I think I would not lose attention if I was intrigued. Why am I listening and yet not?
The great waiter.
This, fills me with fear. I have been aware of this for a while. I have hung it round my neck as a reminder. Everytime I feel your body tense for a story, change route. Move focus. Segway, segway, segway.
Here comes the irony.
For me,
when a story begins I brace for a climax, I wait for a release and when I receive it I gain from it. When I don't get this fix ( I wasn't fiending for anyways) I create my own hollow. This seems negative. 'that story wasn't good' or 'that didn't make any sense'.
I forget it is not my story.
So, If you are expecting more than nothing at all you expect far too much from someone who can give you no story. I can only spill mine and in my own way. If you are finding this confusing you should know I mean every word and I understand what I'm saying because its verbatim from inside. Even if you have a hard time. Sifting through things you don't need to. Just listen.
If this story is anti climatic I made it that way and you need not worry.
Make your own story.

Katrina at 3:41 AM