me...

Sometimes, if i lightly adjust the kitchen faucet, the water will not flow immediately, but in the yawning gap between transmission and reception, i can hear it. From down in the intestinal pipes of human creation, are exhaled rumblings of distant water tumbling blindly through lubricious darkness. In equal depths of my mind i am screaming in primordial terror at the sadistic complexity we have wrought upon the world. But then the water flows. And i am merely disgusted by the unclean distance of which i drink, a slave to the paradox of Civilization.

posted by Arthur @ 5/23/2002 10:48:00 PM

Thursday, May 23, 2002