cool!
I used to be a collage myself. Those were days when snakes had names.. you know, personalized names like, Marty or Wenda, I even met one called Boocha. I know, it was not a common name (one that most people, much less snakes, have ever heard of) but Boocha had
impact, man, at least back in those days.
But I digress, palephx (I initially pronounced that "pale-fix", but now I know better), I got off the track from when I was a collage. But you've got to understand, being a collage messes up some people. At least it fucked me up... that is until I crumbled and arose like (no.. not a phoenix) smoke.. curling into the midnite air, no moon in sight (altho it's always there, isn't it?)... clawing and grasping at the breeze that my regeneration brought with it, I ended up empty handed, but a sense of calm came over me as I rose higher and higher. I just let myself go. Fuck it. There was nothing left to lose (you know the feeling?)... a surrender into the ethers. Damn! What a great feeling.
[Thanks for sharing your collages. I enjoyed the journey.]
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