Series 3: That Night, His Bodily Fluids Sprayed All Over Me

2006/2/9 10:17:30

III

The lamplight swelled, the room lifted off. In a stroke of dark grey, the room hung suspended between light and shadow. A motionless vortex ignited the scent of blue. Unfathomably deep blue, tearing apart, suddenly ejecting a sharp red light. The smoke dispersed. The lamp breathed alone in the mirror, slower and slower, stilling that surging blue.

Time began. In the mirror, the lamp was no longer alone. The Panda cigarette breathed gently. The smoke softly traced the pulse of the air, thin as air, hard as air. The stubborn smoke entwined obstinately, primally twisting the spiral of life. The spiral of life, pale as a soul, resplendent as death, congealing the eternal gasping of time.

In the boundless void, through time, a mass of pale blue-white smoke rose, dense, sticky with time's tentacles, drawing out, thread by thread, the dimensions of space. Space extended spatially, fleeing the crushing weight of time, swelling to burst with desire. Shattered fibers, tearing in an entangled embrace, tearing out history, history clawing and biting, pale blue-white upon pale blue-white.

Time, lost in space, feebly rotting the scent of blue, bit by bit, striking out a dim white light, pulling at the soundless thunder, sliding into the boundless void. The pale blue-white universe, falling away piece by piece, convulsively tracing the pulse of death. The void, clamorous death, blooming the last red, extinguishing like life.

(To be continued)

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缠中说禅 2011/4/12 0:29:09
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