sunlight filters through dusty blinds, shines bright on muddy socks and a
bloody t-shirt. punk rock hero. and afternoon to see particles floating to
evaporate in golden brown carpet.
12 minutes before tommorow the sun might eclipse my sight. i might go
blind. i might go deaf. i might find god. i might eat human flesh. i might
smash glass, flash through infinity or transport my spirit sans in a fully
automated grand national with white wall tires and a v8 super deluxe.
spends far too much time trying to figure out the ways of the world
only to realize there is nothing to figure out. In a world of foxes and
hedgehogs (re: Bertrand Russel), Shel is a fox, and she likes it that way.
She has a professional life, but you'd think she was a geek if we told you,
so let's just pretend that when Shel is not here, she is NOT.