mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli
mordicai
  • Mood: surface wounds.
  • Music: neutral milk hotel feat. crown me king- "nagasaki, 1945"

the black egg hatches.

the view from this planetoid is expansive. one hemisphere faces the stars of the sky, & asthe other faces your world at night, the surface of some continents lit up with lights. from here you can see population patterns sprawled out like homos living on the savannah. iterations of population mechanics stacked up into piles of spiderweb. once you get far enough away from the planet each, humanity has its charms. you can appreciate a clever monkey as long as you arn't locked in the cage with him. up here alone with only these tinkertoy satellites for company seems a far better way to pass my time. it worked for the justice leauge. (the other day i was daydreaming about an alternate earth comic: "superman: earth's deadliest predator.")

things with jenny are getting back to normal. or well, normal is a bad word, a word that plays down fantastic. its just that we're so good all the freaking time. for instance, she's been rubbing my feet with potions & myrrh & shit these past few days. & we've gotten back to having sex semiregularly, though i wouldn't mind stepping that up a little bit. i've got a bit more of an appetite than she does. but we've had some time to spend together, & that helps me. its odd for me to desire contact so strongly, but it does when it comes to her. once i sprout barbed wire instead of skin, things sure will get tricky, i guess. but by then the cities of the world will be ashes, blowing into the sea.
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