When I go to see the key worker every 4 weeks, it makes me forget why I’m there; elephant in the room type shit but easy to forget what your problem what I want to say, what I said five minutes ago. There must be a connective bond holding all four of these quiet, mutually aimless, yet unspokenly accepting at what holed tied and the winch.
How dya land if you fall from grace? An entity I’m not sure exists, but I spawn there (rather, where i’m supposed to be when i appear, we’re both so close. I don’t know what grace is supposed to be — but it’s absolutely beautiful. It keeps its levitating countenance, right the way through I went and in deep focus, it doesn’t even blink in the name of contrivance … It’s a living entity. It created me. It may yet still be a part of me. So when I keep dreaming about it that’s something what’s going to happen through
How am I supposed to know whether or not something created me. To what do I owe my straight-outta-fuckin-batshit-nowhere revelation? This whole thing keeps tightening around me and squeezing me some how. At first it was playful but now, it won’t let go of me
Watch out for that forceful culmination of things swirling around your wrists and your ankles, tightening up and getting stronger
Food for Thought, Perhaps: Falling from without grace is to fall without ever landing at all. If your grace never happened, then grace will be nowhere. If one is without grace, to commence falling from it – you would have to begin falling from nowhere. If you fall from nowhere then you will land nowhere therefore if falling from grace means nothing to you (anymore) then you will never have to stop
It’s cheaper than twatting over a brand new bentley on a steep gradient to get that adrenaline buzz, but it’s probably not gonna be quite so much of a buzz if it turns out that you will be traveling for all eternity by said medium, knowing you will be losing altitude for your entire day, every day, assuming there are days in all of eternity, in my fictional universe of this situation it is; just to be an extra slice of sadist, you are given the ability to track the time and distance all the time from wherever direction your body faces in … so you know just how much you basically cease to exist when the entire galaxy is allowed to go on forever and ever and ever
To be fair; falling for all eternity would be pretty awesome because of the whole “never have to land anywhere,” also, considering gravity still applies to me (trying to rationalise the whole “falling” thing … by selecting the same basic rules as physics — otherwise fuck all would make sense, but initiating movement accelerated so that movement increases exponentially and I would love to get top accelleration (not just speed) … i wish we could keep this fictional mode and save it to use when we get bored and want to see how our character (we will call it Su-Knack for the time being) can accellerate before we have to find a sturdy, robust, asteroid with the capacity to stop a crash test dummy being thrown from an elevated position for time t.
It can’t just keep accelerating for eternity imagine how much would that fuck up? Well, depends how much you like falling I suppose. Depends who you are also, I suppose. Depends how satisfying that fat moment will evenrtuaously blow up in everycunt’s face before they realise it’s just a dusty old set of the running man, and from a safe distance – of course – I will be watching with binoculars-on-a-stick in one hand, deeply suberged into a deliciously sweet-and-savoury tub of popcorn, a delighted-to-be-there-for-sure essence about me that makes you cheer up but makes all these other cunts sad and ashamed-to-be-there. There’s no coming from that really, is there?
This is too much brain damage for one session. Think I’m going to plug my brain into somewhere see if I can reboot it . . .
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