meempants

This is my imitation of me in the car driving home tonight:

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA RRGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRGH!!!!"

As you may have guessed, enigmagirl showed up for the first time since last Wednesday tonight. Here's a transcript of our conversation:

Her: *glance, no actual eye contact* "Hey."
Me: "Hey, what's up?" (or something similarly suave)

And then she magically vanished.

So apparently I did fuck up last week.

Oh well. I feel better now, at least.

In other news, here's some more crap I wrote:

FOUND ELEMENTS SEQUENCE: RECOMBINATION IN TWO PARTS 02-18-03

1.

Conscious intention
tends to undermine intent;
unconscious extension
hit outward blank.
Tell the apple in the eye to get to work.
Fun w/ puns;
I cannot fail to comment.
I'm teaching you to read me.
Why not direct address?
It allows me to lie more clearly.

Extended bounds allow
recombination: incipit.

Intended underground,
notes from the insipid.
A blank page
looks outward at the pen.
Hits back. Unconsciousness begins.

An apple for her majesty.
For the blank space on her desk.
I cannot comment on the reading,
but a narrative begins to sneak in
incipitly.


2.

If the following sounds mysteical
then I'm telling it wrong:

The woman lay dead
in a blank space in the woods.
The circular path led nowhere.
I was headed that way anyway.
The trees uncommented on the scene,
a natural extension from underground.
Noting this, I sang it,
then and there.

Rhetoric sneaks in unintentioned
from above
and fuses elements at ground level.
At about the tree-line.

I'll try again. Now listen:

I sang the circle in the snow,
the woman at the center.
I've missed the trees again.
Woman, circle, trees, snow:
these were the elements I found.