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Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 1, 2006 12:05:49 GMT -5
“Aw, that’s sad. The storm’s depressed.” “What?!” (Sadly) “It’s a tropical depression.”
I could imagine the concert-goers starting up into the sky and watching the Thread-rain freefalling its heads across the navy sky thinking, never minding as the water touches down –the electric riff cuts through me perfectly– The storm wishes they’d just see how sad it is.
Darkening the sky is the only way it knows to alleviate madness– caused by shame and blame– it knows not that humans too express depravity in flailing hurricane-arms and thunder-teeth lightning-sour-self deprecation.
At one turn ago when not madness but joy at the flinging winds swept hope and music away not a tropical depression but the powerful storm– swept over the heads of concert-goers now it saddens for destruction so founded on regret.
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