Wednesday, 17 October 2007
Playtime warm-up for the Seven Hunters -58°17'N 7°35'W- solo sprint...& rolling through chasms with Storm Petrel...& wind waves, & the wild wild knife parties & this black streaked with silver & these snot lines down our faces & this laughter ache in our eyes, jumping waves like standing stones, skinless blizzard bleached bones & dressed in rags...Some glitterball, this life, its currents & its ways beyond contestation, all paraded over & lit up. These narratives of navigation, by foot, or water drop. Push the stove door closed with your toes -We should go out into the rain again - just like we said we always would...
Time for a jolly out across a horizon cut with swell again.
posted by •≈ Sgian Dubh at 16:48:00 | 
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