Its as if my house is made up
of many levels.
Not connected by beam nor board,
they band together by shadow, and spider's silk.
(more) This floor is held up by marsh water
and that one by wine.
The windows attempt to obey common
Gaussian Distributions, but all the while they betray the trend, blotting it out.
Thus so, commonness and normalcy lose all meaning, leaving naught but the whir of grandeur and occasional madness in their wake.
What once was simple has become a maze.
And yet... the lights of passion and inspiration find a way down each and every corridor.
I have yet to find the friend
who can walk with me though this home,
in all of it's diverse interests.(less)
It's what we say when we've run out of ideas. It's what we tell ourselves when good enough just isn't good enough anymore. When that series of compromises no longer diverts as it once did, when we begin to see fleeting ghosts of the life we longed for but(more) never had dancing across the walls in the too-lucid dark; it is then that we engineer a new possibility from our utter lack of possibility, by changing the rules of the game fundamentally.
It's at the root of that impetus which begs us to cast off old ties and accumulating responsibilities, to disappear from a world of cold, blank facts and pass into one of whispering darkness. But when we wake again, nothing has changed.(less)
They Globlians of the Concordia system collectively raced by the first buoy of the interstellar zero-g furlong dash. Wiggle by squiggle they gyrated side to side attempting to attain propulsion against the translucent syrupy atmosphere that was regulated down to the very last cubic centimeter. The champion of Bulbon(more) 5 was disqualified 15 seconds in for generating a low viscosity gas around himself so that he might slip through the air more easily. The Olympian from the passing rogue dwarf planet commonly referred to as Zipple used a rare technique of stretching himself wide as a solar-boat's billowing sail upon which the shear strain increased his viscosity by ten fold, and thus the force of his flapping jellied being. By far the most anticipated contestant this year was the gelatinous dynamo commonly called Slip of Concordia Prime. The consistency of her interior membranes was as strong as cartilage enabling the well known glob to utilize the rarely mastered art of self powered jet propulsion through the siphoning of air in front of herself. Squirting furiously she closed in on head of the pack. Fighting forward by the nanosecond she glided into third and with a massive burst finally into second. No matter how hard she pumped her bellows in and out, she remained a tenth of a femtoParsec behind first place. With nothing to lose, she ripped the glucose from every cell of her body for one last massive burst to barely inch ahead of second. This titanic feat of cellular force tore the life from her squishy form immediately upon hitting the photonic finish line, making her the first champion in local cluster history to win first place posthumously. Forever onward was Slip known as the Globular Jet Ooze of Concordia Prime: Eternal Champion of the Furlong Dash.(less)