sensual, and his eyes are like black olives.... *thumbs up*
i do so hope this is deliberate - it rawks
ahhhhhhhh.... this leaves me with a sigh. leaves me considering...
is this referencing the trinity/thrice great thing? i love the links with magic and writing. the virus-vector thing seems to play off (in my head and on one level anyway) the word polymath, but the thought of the spread of ideas, like a virus, from one system of belief to another, an interdependence ... works for me.somewhere in a broken AC motel
somewhere in southwest USA
someone sees life in a candy bar wrapper
and forgoes the chewy caramel center
and lays it on a Gideon page
but what page?
(this may be important folks
for the course of the story depends on this)
Screw it, he looks out the window
on a boulevard of diamond vaginas
and remembers he's not in Virginia no more
but in a completely different state
of mind, wonders just whether
a virus_vector got into trismegistus
piss take or no, it has this interesting 'vector', carrying point a to point b - like he's waving... a carrier wave! does he come here frequency?
that first line's a corker, Vee
this conjures images of stained-glass light (all blood and honey) and dust motes that eddy without conscious thought-patterns, without purpose, in a huge echoing vaulted space
