THE WEAVE:
Pluto is becoming fucking lonely, since everyone left Capricorn, and he realized no one likes him. If they do, why didn't they invite him to the Clue party? He calls Vesta, because, she's the one writing Cosmos-Girl, so it's really her he needs to control...
"Hey V." "Hello, Death Prince." "I'm a King, and make sure you let people know that when you write about me." "I will write whatever the FUCK I want, my Prince." "Whats the point of the stories, anyways, Vesta?" "That they are mine, Pluto, dear." "Yeah, but they do not really mean anything, they're just stories." "Nothing means Anything, until someone blows Power into it, and decides it is Something. Like a woman blowing prayers into a bay leaf. I blow bright bubbles of feeling and I give them to the Void." "So you give them to me." "No, you're just the King of the Void. I give them to Her, to the Fecund Abyss; Where Meaning rises out of Meaninglessness." "I think you mean, where Meaning gets swallowed, into Nothingness." "Sure, I guess, if that's the side of the Black Hole you want to wake up on." "I'm dead." "You really aren't, Pluto. You've got to stop saying that." "We can argue about that another day." "Okay." "Seriously though, Vesta why write the tales?" "I am playing Leap Frog, Pluto. I am laying floating stones, across the dark water of an unfolding Moment that Never Ends, because it beLights me, and it keeps me close to the Mystery at the center of my days. I will weave this Way, until I choose another." "There are always other Ways." "Yes, there always are, like yours, for instance, but this one is mine." "I guess I'll let you keep it." "That's cute you think it's your choice."
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