Post by Alex Forsberg on Feb 19, 2014 6:09:49 GMT
"It is there! Within the linguistic framework! Therein lies the self! Therein lies our selves!"
"But I won't speak," I spoke.
"What?"
"I won't speak. I can't."
"What are you on about? That's entirely not the point."
"I won't think, either"
"You won't speak and you won't think?"
"I don't think so."
"Where is this leading?"
I didn't reply.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing."
I dove unto him, mounted his chest, sprawled across the floor. I clutched his throat. I felt my squeeze swell his reddened flesh between my fingers.
"Behind these hands is a Christ! He is nameless, violent, ecstatically wading, waiting!" I roared through a hoarse throat.
I gasped a sigh, a cry.
I placed my teeth around his nose. I didn't bite, but laid a still tongue across it.
His struggle ceased.
The gleam in his eyes, so bright, so densely full,
Soaked in a purity
That would die with me
"But I won't speak," I spoke.
"What?"
"I won't speak. I can't."
"What are you on about? That's entirely not the point."
"I won't think, either"
"You won't speak and you won't think?"
"I don't think so."
"Where is this leading?"
I didn't reply.
"What are you trying to do?"
"Nothing"
"Nothing?"
"Absolutely nothing."
I dove unto him, mounted his chest, sprawled across the floor. I clutched his throat. I felt my squeeze swell his reddened flesh between my fingers.
"Behind these hands is a Christ! He is nameless, violent, ecstatically wading, waiting!" I roared through a hoarse throat.
I gasped a sigh, a cry.
I placed my teeth around his nose. I didn't bite, but laid a still tongue across it.
His struggle ceased.
The gleam in his eyes, so bright, so densely full,
Soaked in a purity
That would die with me
