The Asylum

[Tio_Narratore]

this Thread Has Closed

Tio stands by the chained and bolted door of the asylum, unsure of whether he is behind or before the portal. He struggles to keep himself from musing on the discourse and discourses recorded during his absence, for "whomsoever pays attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you." Still, he can't help but feel the inward spiral of a recursive flow of words upon words into the maelstrom of a black hole of their own making.

A dramatic flare flashes artfully in his heart as he turns, either or neither inward or outward, for the portal stands alone, as a doorway drawn by some cartoon figure, in the midst of nowhere and everywhere, and, with a flourish of his cape, . . .

 

[Artina Heartflash]

Tio stands by the chained and bolted door of the asylum, unsure of whether he is behind or before the portal. He struggles to keep himself from musing on the discourse and discourses recorded during his absence, for "whomsoever pays attention to the syntax of things will never wholly kiss you." Still, he can't help but feel the inward spiral of a recursive flow of words upon words into the maelstrom of a black hole of their own making.

A dramatic flare flashes artfully in his heart as he turns, either or neither inward or outward, for the portal stands alone, as a doorway drawn by some cartoon figure, in the midst of nowhere and everywhere, and, with a flourish of his cape, . . .

He disappears into the trap door portal.

"Damn. I wish he had paid attention to the Synapses Syntax signs before he made a move. Or at least called my name." sighed Artina.

She opened the frayed threads of lace on her corset, wrapped one around a tiny chocolate bomb. It peaked from round into a kiss shape as she tightened the thread. Down into the fiery hole she dropped the farewell.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Tio finds himself falling in an eleven-dimensional line and glances up (down? left? right? back? forth? here? there?) from whence he might have come and spies an object hurtling his way. Its course seems to be polycycloidal, and it's acceleration soon brings it abreast and parallel.

"A breast, indeed," Tio exclaims as the chocolate nipple spirals close, and he tries to take it between his lips for a luscious kiss.

Its fall is parallel and unreachable, but he detects a familiar scent.

"Artina! You've sent me a gift!" he declares, and wishes for an aditional dimension to conjoin his and the nipple's trajectories.

"But it will take more than that," he added recursively, "to return me through the portal."

"I wonder if Artina can re-curse," he wondered, cursing and recursing his fall-that-was-not-from-a-wall. "Perhaps she can bend space-time and get me that sweet delight?"

He kept his eye on the moving kissable-nipple that fell beside his falling.

He floats past a sign proclaiming...

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[Artina Heartflash]

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