Babble, Airwave Speak And Adaptation Of Dawn And

Whitley Strieber : [Doppleganger scene] I am you. And you are me. And we are here. I am the dreamer and you are the dream.

FIELD I am the background, always. The pipe tread has other movement. I leave it blank. I have the space with nothing to grasp at. And I am far from done yet. © A2Kdavis 2013

MAP MATS Singe cooled landstrikes, we watch those peer, matted gentle apple-red and painted oil streaks across the most reflected back. Drawing substance are the inner deep coordinates we’ve got from there to here. And generally, these things are lead returning turns to mind a mine. It looks just like a mess. But it’s just perfect. © A2Kdavis 2013

The thing with silence is, it is golden. But, it is rather like a toddler. Unless he or she is sleeping, or they are right there in plain sight, there’s a high likelihood that there is some sort of mischief going on.

EXTRACT Being sure of what day it is, or any curve bending round a nerve, for any instant matters having the circuits shorting anything going in or passing out is a pure lethargy. At this point, mind walk it any how. Senseless binary reaps this latest offering and it’s not of anything in particular observed, or anything necessarily grasped for keeps, but for some type of release - right now. © A2Kdavis 2013

MOTHER Backbones stick stiff, become, or have not ever been as flexible at taking on the output of a full and thorough walk along the natural easy trail. Tending repetition has a fibbing comfort, so when those arms of hers extend, they are an alien type of warmth to the fight finger twists, to keep the focus open. When staying where the comfort is better than what’s good for them, for all, it means she gets no rest. © A2Kdavis 2013

There’s alot goin’ on and all I ask for is the dignity of a woken daisy on a day old cut lawn.

PUFF Punctures on the insides might’ve crippled any exhales scaling down the rugged heights to get back up the climb. If the load was insecure the chokes and splutters surely would’ve dropped the heavy spikes. But mine is tied, a double tie. I check it all the time. © A2Kdavis 2013

FALLING BACK Tender, are the longer nights, I wait on two bits coming - current, from the short. Until, this end is slack of weak, rushing leads for me to speak, I really shouldn’t say it wrong, so nothing, I must say at all. © A2Kdavis 2013

THE FREQUENCY A world before the world. Knots are some to give to some A world before, the world. © A2Kdavis 2013

Not entirely the whole of time resting on invisible lines. But wide enough entirety to rest the whole of this time.

THE SPIRIT Some say the spirit wears attire worn at war: Of metal on the sleeve, of being steered out from the heart-felts' full. I would say some spirits tear in to a blind fold for inclusion, that diversions wear those spirits to the core. And I will say that yours is very tall and not like all. © A2Kdavis 2013