Night on Black Mountain
October 12th 2008 13:16
Without the protective exsoskeleton of the Lovetruck, my fate was that of a wandering worm, subject to the deprivations of the elements. My body was not real enough to respond to the threat of abject poverty and ignominious failure, lacking sufficient internal organs and basic structure. Bent out of shape, I desperately needed re-birthing.
The desert gave way to hilly terrain and a night of struggle, overshadowed by stormclouds of dark ressurection and the rolling thunder of melancholy. A black mountain crawed into view, stealthily, although I always knew it lay on the edge of my internal world, and emerged a monstrous god of rock.
Half way up I gave up and waited for deliverence, but only got indifference. The canvas of displeasure was painted out below, from the mountain to the sea and I could see a tiny truck on its eternal way. In the distance, a horde of birds erupted from the coast, screehing their black intent they headed to my eyrie. I could only wait and meet whatever fate decreed.
The desert gave way to hilly terrain and a night of struggle, overshadowed by stormclouds of dark ressurection and the rolling thunder of melancholy. A black mountain crawed into view, stealthily, although I always knew it lay on the edge of my internal world, and emerged a monstrous god of rock.
Half way up I gave up and waited for deliverence, but only got indifference. The canvas of displeasure was painted out below, from the mountain to the sea and I could see a tiny truck on its eternal way. In the distance, a horde of birds erupted from the coast, screehing their black intent they headed to my eyrie. I could only wait and meet whatever fate decreed.
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