01.17.2003 10:30 pm
right.

oh life is good and la-de-da and find the place i think you are where rainbows fail and dragons flail and even the zodiac can't avail, no can't avail your hopeless plight where light is dark and dark is light and holy fuck, that shit's contrite. wanting a hole, to dig myself down for a while...

enoch the hero: i'm sure there's something that's reaching out. but i'm losing grasp. so i'm just going to let it go.

zebajoe: ... the hero.

enoch the hero: look, i .. didn't mean to start anything.

zebajoe: Did you start anything?

enoch the hero: well, no.

zebajoe: I didn't think so.

zebajoe: Did I?

enoch the hero: i don't know.

enoch the hero: no.

zebajoe: SO.

zebajoe: Here we are, not at the place we were(n't) at a moment or so ago.

zebajoe: I don't think I've ever been not away from here.

enoch the hero: away from where?

enoch the hero: i'm not too smart tonight. i apologise.

zebajoe: The sphynx wasn't smart. She just knew one riddle. Told it over and over again. But it was a good one.

enoch the hero: until a hero guessed it.

zebajoe: bravo.

zebajoe: pretense is ugly.

zebajoe: truth is beauty.

enoch the hero: i think truth can be ugly.

enoch the hero: and more than often is.

enoch the hero: the word truth makes me think of a disfigured mouth

enoch the hero: look at the shape your mouth makes when you say the word

enoch the hero: the end of it ripples your upper lip into almost a sneer

zebajoe: the truth rests in the heart of a prism. you can look at it from the pointed end, and let it cut you. or you can gaze into a faceted side, smooth and clear and calm.

zebajoe: truth is a kiss in my mouth.

enoch the hero: truth is the tongue. invasive and penetrating.

enoch the hero: the kiss is oblivion.

enoch the hero: ironic that the song "kissing you" just came on.

zebajoe: the kiss is truth, and love and emotion are invasive and penetrating. (*which isn't necessarily bad)

enoch the hero: i believe in the Theoretical Love

enoch the hero: but love lowercase as a ... grocery-store object

enoch the hero: something you can pick up and check the ingredients of.

zebajoe: no, nonononono

enoch the hero: but this big huge Romantic love ...

enoch the hero: it's too frail to exist.

zebajoe: Theoretical Love, has a formula. But none can define it, so it does not exist. There is no equation

enoch the hero: no. so what else is there?

enoch the hero: i'm getting angry. sorry.

zebajoe: love in lowercase

enoch the hero: love in lowercase.

zebajoe: is just that.

enoch the hero: which is ...

zebajoe: nothing definable

zebajoe: not purchaseable

zebajoe: love in lowercase

enoch the hero: Theoretical Love is what .. you see. a girl in a pea coat. someone who smiles. new york sidewalks. storefront windows. a coffee shop. a book of poems. a glance. a surreptitious, unbelievable, and somehow shy smile.

zebajoe: fake

zebajoe: fleeting

enoch the hero: something encapsulated that hits you and suddenly the world's spinning.

zebajoe: that's not love

enoch the hero: literally. everything moves fast.

enoch the hero: that's not love!?

zebajoe: nope

zebajoe: just strong emotion (*read emerson's "nature", chapter 1)

zebajoe: real love moves slower

enoch the hero: ... love isn't strong emotion?

zebajoe: like lava, liquid rock

enoch the hero: it's hummingbird-fast.

enoch the hero: it can't be slow.

enoch the hero: it's running down sidewalks, like caught in the wind.

zebajoe: not to offend, but i don't think you know.

enoch the hero: not that i would know. so of course i'm expounding on..

enoch the hero: right.

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