THE WEAVE:
Neptune helps Jupiter
out of his inner-tube,
and up onto his ice-cube…
There isn't much on it, just a glossy looking throne, that freezes to your butt... "Please, brother, have a seat," Neptune gestures formally, "I have been carving this for you since last May, when you entered the Dreaming Sea," He lies through his teeth. He started and finished the ice throne, last week. "No thanks," Jupey shrugs, "I'd rather not get stuck Here. I am just passing through. I like it though, its cute, 'Tune." "It's cute?" Neptune scoffs. "Yeah, you know, the flourishes, and what not," Jupiter notes. "Fuck you, Jupey," Neptune turns a Way, speaking to the Seascape "It is art, made with use and intention. It is a sacred object." "You sound like Athena, making her Magick carpets. By the Way, have you Seen her? She swam through Here, a while ago... She's in charge of an island like a holding station, for hot nymphs. I'd like to find it, but the Knights have stolen my magnifying glass." "I think this is that ice-cube..." Neptune trails. "Well," Jupiter says, sitting down to his throne, "Maybe I will allow mySelves to get stuck Here, then. But where are the nymphs?" "They haven't shown up yet," Neptune says as he watches the horizon, "I'm beginning to think they may Never." "That would be a drag," Jupiter proclaims, "What do they expect us to do? Entertain each-other?"
Planetary Signatures 