Alive In An Allegedly Acceptable Fiction : or, In Closing
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“Prestige bars any serious attack on power. Do people attack a thing they consider with awe, with a sense of its legitimacy?” - George L. Jackson ‘Blood In My Eye’ 1. Worm followed the trail, every day each new trail, and that’s how it gets done. Sure, you had to be at the ready and you had to know what to look for, but there was a new trail to follow each and every day. Identifying the signifier was the whole game. Without it, no trail, no head, no terminus. There was a worry, now and again, that it had been missed, overlooked, with the creeping dusky shade swallowing the sky, lengthening the stains on the corners and in the alleys, reminding one to consider the distance from, and the time it will take to travel back to, the nest. But, without fail, it would present itself, different every time and unmistakable.
Alive In An Allegedly Acceptable Fiction : or, In Closing
Alive In An Allegedly Acceptable Fiction …
Alive In An Allegedly Acceptable Fiction : or, In Closing
“Prestige bars any serious attack on power. Do people attack a thing they consider with awe, with a sense of its legitimacy?” - George L. Jackson ‘Blood In My Eye’ 1. Worm followed the trail, every day each new trail, and that’s how it gets done. Sure, you had to be at the ready and you had to know what to look for, but there was a new trail to follow each and every day. Identifying the signifier was the whole game. Without it, no trail, no head, no terminus. There was a worry, now and again, that it had been missed, overlooked, with the creeping dusky shade swallowing the sky, lengthening the stains on the corners and in the alleys, reminding one to consider the distance from, and the time it will take to travel back to, the nest. But, without fail, it would present itself, different every time and unmistakable.