The Crow Buzz

dramatic exits echoed from rooms down the hall. the exits of generations. generations of metal, wood and fiber, dirt and muck, and fire. 

“and in those days a great war was waged. it was a religio-chamber of commerce pooplickable war.” (oh, c’mon. rabelais, jonathan swift, etc,) it was a war for the great fresh water supply known as the great lakes.

and the huge international water thieves have their own security patrols that cruise the creek system looking for fresh water pirates. they are professionally trained snipers, many of the them graduate from some mercenary academy. they work on commission. and all the fresh water they desire.”

Now, remember, after you exit there will be a T in the road, a confluence of souls pouring into the ether, baking in the broth. or there may be a gate you are about to open, or a door. and for a moment you will be disappointed because you’ve been through this way before. and you know you have to make another entrance. there is no other choice.

do you like it when you recognize the door you come back through?