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Fetching Donna Darkwolf on Sirius - The Dragon rescuing a Damsel in Distress

Oh listen to Your Time.
Your seconds of your Life - as they tick away. . .

"FLY!"

The glory of the dragon can be seen in the hushed pink rising and the golden-red setting of the sun, in the silvery radiance of the moon sailing a clear midnight-blue sky amidst the twinkling of stars, and in the translucent aquamarine waters of the deep.

This dragon has a singular purpose: guarding Earth . . .
It is here still for those who can hear the almost silent song. I am among them, my sweet lady.
I am the chronicler, whose words are inscribed in the Scrolls of Dust.

These pages have done little more than hint at the glory. I can do no more. And I could not say farewell without mentioning the ethereal creature whose far-reaching song inspires a 20th century rock band and lends hope to ascend the Stairway to Heaven.

When you get to “nuomenon”, go and read about EMERGENT INTUITION and IDEAL INTUITION for I am emergent and you are ideal.

“Embrace: Worlds Hang In the Balance”

Embrace: Night closed around as . . . The boogeyman cometh. . . soon. . . . she stole from the solitary car parked on the deserted parish road.
Ghostly shadows floated overhead. A breeze whispered through the pines, rippling the dark, indistinct foilage of the live oaks and the cypress giants surrounding her, then stilled, chilling her with its absence.

The bewitching hour captures Francesca in its deadly embrace. . . Does she, can she, will she survive?
Embrace: In the mirror, the room's elusive . . .  shadows seemed menacing as if they had their own life. The words, “Go the Distance”, embossed in red letters across the T-shirt's inch-wide stripes taunted her.

"I'm not leaving here until I have some answers. I'm not crazy”.
“Someone may be crazy, but not me!”

Donna Darkwolf beside The River of Eternity

IF I Could See The Sky Above

If I could see the sky above
And my mind could be set free
As wild white horses reach the shore
I’d stand alone and oversee

And if the bush before me burns
Should I turn my eyes away
And still your voice I can hear
As clear to me as light of day

I believed in my dreams
Nothing could change my mind
Now I know what they mean
How could I be So blind

Cold sands of time
Winds that blow as cold as Ice
Sounds that come in the night
Shall hide what is left of me

I’ve been thru’ times when no one cared
I’ve seen clouds in empty skies
When one kind word meant more to me
Than all the love in Paradise

And all my days are trances
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances
And where thy footstep gleams -
In what ethereal dances
By what eternal streams

And as the daylight fades - so does >

Tales from the Vulgar Unicorn

Enter the Fanatic, Stage Center

You will well remember the boy you once knew
On occasion relating things in quotes, with an artificial exaggerated emphasis.
It suits my show-man-ship - with the elocution of one playing a succession of improvised ad hoc titles.
Id Est or ie:

For Example: A piece of prose constrcted from book title in my library
“How Science Fiction Saved Me from a Life of Crime”
I Live in A Private Cosmos
Deeper Than the Darkness
And Higher than the Light
The Girl With the Horizontal Mind is my Matinee Idyll - tonight
She went to a School for Killers
She said I was her Pied Piper of Sex
“How's the Night Life on Cissalda?”
We Have All Been Here Before

Down at the Django Bar we Count the Clock That Tells the Time
It is alway Sin Time
In the World of the Myth and All the Lies That Are My Life
But I am Alive and Well and on a Friendless Voyage
Disguised as The Executioner of the Malformed Children
I count All the Birds that Come Home to Roost
Through Eyes of Dust in The Silence of Infidelity
And here comes one
With
The Delusion for a Dragon Slayer
“Calling All Monsters. We have reached The Dead Line on The Late Shift
The Machine Demands a Sacrifice”
We Have All Been Here Before in The Dark Country
I lie with the Daughter of the Golden West..
Saturn Rising. . . Skinburn

As we go Around the world in any number of ways and
I flip From Pole to Pole They Twinkled Like Jewels
The Indestructible Eve of my life recites Polytropical Paramyths
Science with the dessert course
The Sumerian Oath she shouts as she makes her last orgasmic stand
Against The Purple Terror makes me think
Of the Sexual Implications of the Charge of the Light Brigade
And Where We Are and Where We Came From
In this Dress Rehearsal for an Ascent to Heaven
If I dont finish her I will be
Osiris on Crutches
Hastily reading the Sanity Clause before This Offer Expires
Then, carefully signing a Dotted Line Across her Belly. . .
She sighs for The Oogenesis of her Long Wet Purple Dream
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And here comes My Kymopoleia
With
The Delusion for a Dragon Slayer
“Calling All Monsters. We have reached The Dead Line on The Late Shift
The Machine Demands a Sacrifice”
We Have All Been Here Before in The Dark Country
I lie with the Daughter of the Golden West..
Saturn Rising. . . Skinburn

As we go Around the world in any number of ways and
I flip From Pole to Pole They Twinkled Like Jewels
The Indestructible Eve of my life recites Polytropical Paramyths
Science with the dessert course
The Sumerian Oath she shouts as she makes her last orgasmic stand
Against The Purple Terror makes me think
Of the Sexual Implications of the Charge of the Light Brigade
And Where We Are and Where We Came From
In this Dress Rehearsal for an Ascent to Heaven
If I dont finish her I will become
Osiris on Crutches
Hastily reading the Sanity Clause before This Offer Expires
Then, carefully signing a Dotted Line Across her Belly. . .
She sighs for The Oogenesis of her Long Wet Purple Dream

The Voice of the Sonar in My Vermiform Appendix
A Monolog
“The Lessor of Two Evils...
We spend our lives avoiding The Call of the Grave”
Toward the Beloved City we fly across
A Night of Black Glass: Tracking Level, Transcending Destiny
I can see The Storm Goddess in The Ice
If I Open The Other Eye of Polyphemus:

The Daughter of Poseidon: Kymopoleia Rising from the Ocean.
A sea-nymph, and the Goddess of violent storm waves.
The Mermaid comes ashore in order to become a Human.

The Diagnosis of Dr. D' Arque Angel Is That

The Wine Has Been Left Open Too Long and the Memory Has Gone Flat
and reminds me!

That "It's not the size of the sword, it's where you stick it".
And that if I watch Andromeda strut her stuff across
The Boulevard of Broken Dreams dripping Precious Bodily Fluids
On the sparkling Black Glass sidewalk I will realise that We Have All Been Here Before.
And The Sway of Her Arse promises: “Free With This Box!”
High Dice! she could shake dice with that sway
Her voice. And Japanese too. Hm. mm. mmmmmmm . . .

I first learned that kondo means "this time".
Then I found that it means "next time".
Now I know it means "never".

"Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said", while I was still picking my self up from the sidewalk.

Invasion Footnote to: “Ten Weeks in Hell”

In this Outpost Undiscovered By Tourists you can hear
Quiet Lies the Locust Tells
The 3 Most Important Things in Life:
Djinn, No Chaser
Would You Do It For a Penny?
nuomenon  is where we ARE <<<<

How admirable!
To see lightning and to not think
Life is fleeting.

Nuomenon in the philosophy of Immanuel Kant, the thing-in-itself (das Ding an sich) - as opposed to what Kant called the phenomenon - the thing as it appears to an observer.

Though the noumenal holds the contents of the intelligible world, Kant claimed that man's speculative reason can only know phenomena and can never penetrate to the noumenon.

Man, however, is not altogether excluded. . .

THAT’s why I Stopped listening to other people's theories of Life!

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