{Interesting deposits on the side of the lie....}

and so abandoned in infamy the infant left his family and on the way out he locked the door from the inside before crashing through the window that he had forgotten to open but remembered to lock.

and so we join the pile of rocks that was attacked by flesh so soft that was soaked in its crimson filth that turned brown like the ground on which it sat.

and so defiled was the dirt that held the weight that it gave way into the hole that no one had dug but held so snug a bubble of air.

and so released into the ocean of gas was this bubble at last that burst into unrecognition with its emission from the roots that held it firmly in place.

and at last we could grasp the blast of wind which carried into the window in tiny pieces the tinny steeples with grinning people standing on the edge of infinity and dangling by gravity above the bells and the choir.

but dont perspire for the ending wasnt ended and we only rented so the scented candles were part of the deal

and dont look back now because the past has expired and we at last have it entirely encapsuled in time

and as we fade out into the whiteness and the brightness of the depths of the shallows that we wallowed in when he all fell in we all began to understand what direction we were looking for when the arrow pointed us into the sun,

NINE OCTOBER TWO-THOUSAND-NINE