THE WEAVE:
Mars is starting to feel
Dark about himSelves,
as the dread of the float
continues…
"What if we're just turds, floating down the sewers of society..." Mars trails, and Vesta says Nothing. "Vesta...?" Mars kicks her kayak. "Yes, Mars." "Yes, we're turds?" Mars questions. "It's an interesting idea," V muses, "We might be turds. I'm pretty sure at any One given Time, you have, like, 20 lbs of poop, in your intestines." "But I thought you said, this river takes us to the Outer Rim of Space..." Mars challenges. "Yes," Vesta postulates, "Society discards it's toxic waste to the fringe, where it can't See it. But after that, we're floating on to the Dreaming Sea, Remember? We are making a shitty comeback." "What do we come back as?" Mars asks. Vesta shrugs, "Pudding chose, his form. How do you desire to do the doo, Mars?"
Planetary Signatures 