This all started from nothing. There was a place, a place people would go, and it would
fill them up with joy. Things would change in this place, creative things, strange things. I
don’t know what I would have done without it.
It was in a house at first. It was in the basement of a house. Carpeted. Looking at the ceiling was like looking down on a globally massive religious ceremony, with an infinite sea of people all in white, huddled around a giant crystal globe glowing like the sun. There was a witch there, a witch stalking the beach, her deliberate and measured gait making soft impressions in the sand, a circle of candles lighting her way, wooden wand at the ready. Incantations she spoke, and vile curses that the stars longed to hear, reaching out their twinkling gaze in hungry wonder. For those experiencing confusion, read on, for confusion is part of it also.
This basement had some friends, and a sea of numbers swimming around the voice of a girl I barely knew. We didn’t talk much. My eyes were spinning. People would look and laugh and flee like the pale green pants. The two closest light sources knew my secrets, for they were my friends, as was the shadowed goddess crooning quietly in the corner. She believed my lies. I didn’t even really believe them.
I was playing guitar too loud. It didn’t sound good anyway. Why couldn’t I go to sleep. It was my first taste of the DMV. Too many pictures in my head with my eyes closed. A house on a grassy hill made of wood, brick and glass. Sunlight and the functions of all the gods, towering as they did over the forests. The air conditioning sounded like hideously deranged laughter. Snow outside, and cold.
It was in a house at first. It was in the basement of a house. Carpeted. Looking at the ceiling was like looking down on a globally massive religious ceremony, with an infinite sea of people all in white, huddled around a giant crystal globe glowing like the sun. There was a witch there, a witch stalking the beach, her deliberate and measured gait making soft impressions in the sand, a circle of candles lighting her way, wooden wand at the ready. Incantations she spoke, and vile curses that the stars longed to hear, reaching out their twinkling gaze in hungry wonder. For those experiencing confusion, read on, for confusion is part of it also.
This basement had some friends, and a sea of numbers swimming around the voice of a girl I barely knew. We didn’t talk much. My eyes were spinning. People would look and laugh and flee like the pale green pants. The two closest light sources knew my secrets, for they were my friends, as was the shadowed goddess crooning quietly in the corner. She believed my lies. I didn’t even really believe them.
I was playing guitar too loud. It didn’t sound good anyway. Why couldn’t I go to sleep. It was my first taste of the DMV. Too many pictures in my head with my eyes closed. A house on a grassy hill made of wood, brick and glass. Sunlight and the functions of all the gods, towering as they did over the forests. The air conditioning sounded like hideously deranged laughter. Snow outside, and cold.
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