Taylor

taylorwatchedabreezetaunttreetopswhenheliftedhisgazebeyondramick
andcearleysmanebillowedasifpraisedforhergravedigginginnocencehis
hairfeltmattedtohisbrowinthishumidnonsenseofdivisivelaborandhard
witnesshewhistledasappypsalmyoutaughthimatoursuppertableonnights
whennothingheldenoughconsciencetoriseabovethesultrynoiseofcarpet
hislipsnowmadetheshrillsoundsbuthisheartwasntinhislipsorhisblood
wasntinhismemorysincehebutcheredthemelodybadlyenoughforcearleyto
noticefromherplaceinthepitandgrimacebetweenshovelblowstoourearth
wetrytohonorlandownershipofcorpsesandashesorweseldombegrudgethem
theirspacesuntilwethelivingneedbreathingroomandthenwesimplyadapt
ourprotocoltofavortodayoveryesterdayinhopestomorrowwillforgiveus
youtaughthimtodrinkcoffeelikeaboythentolistentomusiclikeawarrior
yougavehimspacetoroamwithoutthesophisticatedguidanceofanyroadmap
sotodayhetrompedaroundourgraveyardwhistlingapsalmlikeabittermass
somestumblingdrunkendirgewithoutpurposeorpromisenoechoofakingdom
inheavenorthecarefreewinsomevoicesofflourishinglilliesofanyfield
hewatchedsayesweavearoundthemarkedstonestowardwherethegoodeffort
persistedthatofputtingyourresiduetoeternalsleepintheslimebeneath
oursurfaceheratherwishedhehadabalsaairplanetogentlytosstowardher
letitriseandfallandswooplikeaswallowonthewingandlanduponherdemon
shoesindampweedsonthisourcoffeelesswaltzlessdayinthesweatstained
southnotofourbirthsbutoftheirsnotofourcleversufferingbutoftheirs
peopledieaspeoplemustbutpeopleliveperhapsnotastheyoughtbutasthey
wantastheywishorastheyrefatedtodowithinthemysteryofactionsdreamt
sayeshummedamaplebassoonunderhistinflutebutheoboedhisdearcearley

taylorsatinthetubwearyofhisownbodythescaralonghisleftribsassayes
andthescaralonghisrightribsascearleyplusthedeformedtoenailsonhis
rightfootfromthetightoldleathershoesramickinsisteduponwearinghis
loinswereridiculouslookinginthisbathroomlighteventhemostgorgeous
tattoowouldnthaveelevatedthisbodyfromitstiredessenceofmediocrity
hewhistledsomeeffervescentmelodyfromouramericanamemoryandquickly
feltbetterramickspenchantforvintageshoesfeltlessabsurdandfemales
hadtocomefromsomewherejustlikemalesandhissnakeandeggswerentsobad
heplayedwiththesudsawhilecoveringhisshameandbuildingsomepyramids
onhisbellyhefiddledwiththedripfromthespigotwithhisbigtoesclearly
whetherhewasaloneinamotelroomornothecouldntstayinthisbathforever
buthedstaytillramickpoundedonthedoorandthreatenedtobreakitdownto
gethisturnatsomefalsebaptismalcleansingthatwasntgoingtosolvemuch
lessabsolveanythinghemadeamonolithfromthesudsaspotentasagiftfrom
thegodsandresistedtouchingramicksangstinsteadwithhissteamyeyeshe
followedcracksintilesasiftheyweretributariesflowingintoourrivers
ofgrandforgetfulnessacrossourmalpaiswastestoouroceanofcollective
resolveoursciencethatcouldsilencelyriccowardsoursilencethatstood
forlinguisticcouragehesuddenlyrememberedararifiedroadtripwithyou
tothelowdesertairasamethodtohealourhumidlungsbronchitisbroughton
byfondproximitytotheseaandinthedesertsunwereadthatmajesticbookof
mountainconvalescencewithitsmysteriouseverymancharmbutsayeshated
itstreatmentoftheobjectofhisaffectionthesillyphallicpencilandthe
bilingualwhispersofimpotentdevotionshedidntsharetheromanticismof
cearleyandshehadnoflirtatiousintenttowasteherengineeringoframick

taylorputthebookonthenightstandturnedhisbackuponoursocialcearley
shewaslaughingwithimagedfolkonthetelevisionenjoyingtheircreative
spinasheslidtowardanunknownregionhethoughtvaguelyofyouandyourtwo
finishedlivesashefellintosleepwithatrowelhescoopedouttrementinas
stomachthoughhedidntknowwhotrementinawasanymorethanhecouldrecall
reginafromhischildhoodhescoopedouthervalleyofthedeadandhescooped
outawintrydeathvalleyhernavelmightaswellhavebeenthesunbecausehis
presentwentdarkandhisfuturewentpasthimasmatterwithoutformthunder
rolledthroughhisvalesashethunderedthroughhershistrowelbecameahoe
andhegardenedforthegoodofhisprogenyweedingoutwhatdidntbelongwhat
didntcontributetothebucolicsettingortheironicmiseensceneheshaped
herlandscapewithhishandsmovingherfleshintomoundsandridgesintodry
quartersanddamptrianglesintocodedcirclesandtomorrowsovalshismind
setonmakingamendsforusandincompensatingforourdamagedonehemightve
thrashedinhissleephemightvesmoanedananimalmoanhemightveelbowedus
atimeortwoitsofminorconsequenceweknewwecouldntbeweededweknewdawn
wouldcomewithusintactwhateverthestormunleashedwhateverhismindwas
tryingtocullwewerentdiscardablewewerentperipheralswewereintegral
cornerstonesinhismansiononthehillhishouseoftellinghecouldntscoop
usawaywewerefoundationalwewerespinalinhisexcavationoftrementinas
corehefoundalegionoftalismanswithwhichtocairnapathintohisheights
fortheLordgoodgoddessherselfifshewereeverinclinedtogoaramblingup
andalwaysupintohisupperrealmwheremorethaneverhesoughtherfavorand
thatofherpeersbuthewokewithapedestriantasteinhismouthremembering
ramickswordswithoutmarrowabouthisavoidanceoftheunrepeatablesayes

wedonthavewhatyouwouldcallmuchofaclueaboutmuchofanythingwesimply
dontwerenotidiotsbutwerenotgeniuseseitherwerejustaveragejillsand
jackscapableoffallingdownatthedropofanamewestruggletomakesenseof
comingsandgoingsofarrivalsanddeparturesofdestructionascreationwe
haveourbeliefsthatkeepusoffthestreetspluswehaveouraffectationsto
deploybetweenthesheetsnoscrewsloosetoruinthelongslowscrewweshift
fromnotknowingmuchofanythingtotrulynotknowingmuchofanythingandwe
feelateaseinthatcozygrooveinthatshadygroveoutofthetoospiritedday
wedontneedconfoundmentorobfuscationwhenwealreadyhaveordinarylife
andthoughwemightenjoytheoccasionaltautmysteryorcleverpuzzlearewe
wrongtowantthemresolvedbeforewedrivehometoourscreeandsheenwedont
needtolayerdifficultiesupondistractionsweshouldnthavetoshroudour
confusionincloudsofunknowinggiveusclarityorgiveusthecoolbreathof
entertainmentandwellrespondwiththewarmthofoursupportandaffection
wellevensupplyyouwiththeconduitsandthemeanstocreatemoreofthesame
wedoubtorIdoubtorIdoubtedIoughttodoubtmoreIsureshouldntdoubtmore
thatmightbetheworstthingsoletsnotdoitifanythingIlldoubtlesstoday
orifIdontdoubtlesstodayyoucanbetommypositiveIlldoubtlesstomorrow
whetherIwakeasanovercocksuretimocracyoraquasiquixoticyounghollow
mattersnotIcouldbethosebutImaskepticforeverontheprecipiceoffaith

taylorwashappywiththefoodhedorderedandwouldvepreferredthatramick
keephisownbaconwhetherhewanteditornotsoheshotramickahardlookwhen
ramicktossedtheunwantedstripsontohisplateramickwasnecessarytohim
butthatdidntmeanhewasntannoyingorthathewasntdetrimentalincomplex
waysevenifitweretruethathecouldntdowithouthimhedliketoatleasttry
foradayortwobutwhenthingsmustbesotheymustbesoandtayloracceptedit
asoneacceptsgravityanddeathandsleepandtheneedtoeatheheardthecook
whistlingashelaboredoverthegrillandiftaylorwerentmistakenthetune
washowgreathouartwhichstruckhimasanunusualsongforashortordercook
tohalfhumandhalfwhistlewhilemakingsausageandeggshethoughthowyoud
lovedthathymninawesomewonderandinhumbleadorationourtaylorthought
abouttherollingthunderfromthenightbeforeandhedippedaforkfulofhis
hashbrownsinketchupbeforetakinganotherbiteandsuddenlythecooksang
nessumdormaunderhisbreathmakingasundayshiftfrombaritonetotenoras
heflippedthefrenchtoasttaylorsatonthevintagestoolandforamomenthe
feltplacidinhissenseoftheworldasunknowableasquiteshoddyandshabby
whengazingatthehumancomponentswhatweveengenderedandwroughtwhatwe
cherishandupholdwhatwedismissandcondemnbutnoneofthismatteredashe
finishedhisbreakfastandbegantoconsiderwheretodrivethatdaywhether
togotothecoasttoseetheseaortogointothehillstoseeksomeshadyspotor
topointtowardthedesertanditscomfortingemptinessallwereaccessible
tohimjustasalllanguagewasavailabletohimwhetherheknewhowtoutilize
itproperlyornothedmakehismistakesashedalwaysmadehismistakesandhe
couldntundothemandthatwasofnoimportancehednowhavetochoosewhether
cearleywouldrideshotgunorwhetherthiswouldfinallybethedayforsayes

taylordrovethecrassroadtowardthecradlewithouttellingadozingsayes
ortherestofuswherewewereheadinghedmadeuphismindtodriveustoaplace
wherepeoplegatheredallkindsofpeopleregardlessofwitorintelligence
allkindsofpeoplewithinclinationstowardpuerilityornostalgiaorboth
peopledelightedtoregressandallowentropytohaveitswaywithusasusual
taylorswervedarounddebrisanddetritussomeofthejoysofchildhoodashe
keptusinclassicalreversionunshoulderingourrevisionisthistorywhen
sayeswasawakenedbytheswervingsheaskedwhywewereretreatingwheneven
sheinhernearnarcolepticstateknewthattherealchallengeswereaheadof
usnotbehindusouttheretowardavanishingpointsomewhereshyofthecrypt
butwecouldntstoplaughingattaylorsfilthyjokesalthoughwedheardthem
manytimesbeforetoldbyfunnierpeoplewithsmootherdeliveriesbyclever
mindswithdirtythoughtsfromallwalksoflifeoftenblendedwithfondness
fordaysgonebyfornightsinthewombforthescatologyoftheoriginsoflife
letsallgatherbytheriverandpraisethatnastybigbangwithitsmanymessy
repercussionswellbaptizeoursquirmingchildintheaccidentalfluidsof
temporalexistencetaylorhadhisheartsetonbacktrackingwiththeaplomb
ofaprosecutorandthetenacityofabountyhunterhewasntsocrazyastowant
accesstothesourcehesimplywantedawhiffofdelightfulinnocenceabsent
anypoliticalrighteousnesshewantedthehilarioustruthminusanyofthat
pastyrectitudehedidntneedtheheadwatershejustwantedaquietplacenot
toofardownstreamaspottomuseonthetasteinhismouthandtomeethishands
hewantedtostareatobjectsabovehimselfandpondertheirwildascendancy
butwhilethusdistractedinhisthoughtshetookacurvetoofastandcrashed
ramickwasthrownintoashunnedcisternandwhoknowswhatbecameofcearley

taylordidntacknowledgehispermeabilityorthefateofouractivecearley
asherolledthecraftinbaldfacedreversalofcosmicexpectationsonecant
revisitonesabandonedrockerafteronesmaroonedfromonesrocketonecant
makeitbacktoanycradleonceonesbeenbuffetednotbytheouterweatherbut
byonesinnerweatherhecrashedourconveyanceagainstthecemeterysinner
wallfailingtokillusorburyourpridejustasthestabbingfailedtounbeat
hisheartorcontritionhisdesireshecouldwhistlethemostcomplexmelody
withoutreconcilinghisthreeotherfourthsoreveryonegonebeforehimthe
endlessscrollofvalentmeasuresorourcryptographicnoncenowworthless
hisshirtwasbloodsoakedforcinematiceffectthoughheknewhecouldflood
ourpersonalspaceacrossyourpatiencewithoutaredcodaeverarrivingwed
onlydrownafterlifeslastgushyoudontneedtoworkhardestyoujustneedto
workharderwithreinvigoratedpurposewithablendofferocityandcalmyou
dontknowwhoyouareincontextinourcontextorintimescontextyoucouldnt
findthepathtotherestfulcopseortherestingcorpsewewhowouldberising
ifthegerundcouldliftthedreadifourmarkerscouldbelessrigidyoucould
claimsanityasyourdefenseandnoblamewoulddareattachitselftoyouthis
motionstowardstasisasitstaysinmotionastimocracyclimbsthestairsto
speakasthecedartopsswirlandthegenerationsmolderaswesnipourmatter
taylorstoodamidthewreckageandtheordinarytragedyoflivingandhetold
usaboutthetimewespentamonthinsomewildernessinthebadlandsofmental
substancetryingtocohereweralliedaroundloveastheobviousthingworth
rallyingaroundloveasaprobablefactandnotjustaconceptofpotentialwe
felttheshiftandweacceptedourtruthcoordinateseventhoughweknewthat
sayeswouldntbesatisfiedashedkeepstrategizingtoretroreleaseramick

7 thoughts on “Taylor”

  1. morawasntridingarocketdidnthaveyounghollowinherchimneydidnthavea
    favoritechairorasafebasementshewasntthetowndrunkoranyoneofnotice
    tomoststembeachersshedidnthavemuchofanagendabeyondkindnessbeyond
    intelligentwitnesswhilestayinginherbodyduringoccasionallakeswims
    shehadallofwhatshewantedexceptthewilltowantmorethanwhatsheneeded
    younghollowwantedherexceptwhenhesawthatshewastoogoodforhimtowant
    goodasinakindhumannotgoodasinabeautythoughshehadherslantofbeauty
    tooandasharpwitandherownversionofhonedselfcritiqueshewasntkinder
    thanmostbutherkindnesswashigherproofandagednaturallyfrombirthshe
    gavemorethanshetookmightbethesimplestequationkindnessasthebetter
    beautythoughkindnesswonteradicateegooridorselfishnessforlongwhat
    wewantcomesfromourendemicbeautyasanimalsandwhatweneedarisesoutof
    theferocityofthelifeforcecatastrophicstormsbringsomeofthedeathwe
    requiremoraunderstoodsomethingofthisassoonasshesawthefloodwaters
    risingabovethefutureofhertownshedidntmuchmindbutknewshemightmind
    ifsheweresomeoneelsesoshetookoutherboatandwentaboutthelongtaskof
    rescuingfolksinneedhercraftwasanunarmednautilusbutshestillhadthe
    organandthoughsheknewcolmorandcolfaxwerentmuchgoodformuchtheydid
    sharethejobofchurchorganistsoshegotthemtoplayhercaptainsquarters
    organandthusdeliveredbachtothedistressedalongwithsomelifejackets
    morawenttoromainherdreamstoconvincethepopetointercedewiththeLord
    goodgoddessherselfandaskhertoallowthefloodwaterstorecedesothatwe
    couldgetbacktoourmessybusinessoffraughtlivingatonepointmorafound
    younghollowstruckstuckinsomecottonwoodsbutwhenshesawgaritariding
    shotgunsheleftthemaloneandonlyhatedgaritaforthreeandahalfbreaths
    morawasnocoronabutsheknewhowtohelpsheknewhowtoaccomplishstuffand
    knowinghowtohelpandaccomplishstuffgoesalongwayinsocietywiththose
    whodontalwaysknowhowtohelpthemselveseventhosewhoproverbiallyfeel
    itsokaytoplowthroughlifehelpingthemselvestowhatevertheyfindlying
    aboutunprotectedbutmorawasntindefatigableandbynightfallwasalmost
    exhaustedandbymidnightwassheturnedherboatovertospringerbeforeshe
    wentbelowtonapinherplaidflannelbunkshedroppedoffintosleepinthree
    andahalfheartbeatsanddreamtshewasthefifthhorsemanoftheapocalypse
    whenshewokeshewastillasleepandshewasapparentlybetrayinggladstone
    bylayingherhandsoncimarronsspurssomewhereoutinthevastchaparralof
    heryouthshedidntknowwhyshewasdoingitorfromwhencehadsprungtheurge
    orwhyshefearedcoronaandhergazemorethangladstoneandhismenorwhyshe
    thoughtthespurswouldjinglejangleorwhytheydidntsliceherpalmsorwhy
    cimarronseyeswerentasblueasthemiddayskyorwhyhisdrylipswereonlyas
    chappedasyounghollowsbuthurtherlipssobadlythattheybledonhisbelly
    whenshewentdowntheretosuckthepoisonfromsomefemalerattlesnakebite

    Like

  2. stembeachisnttheplacetotakeyourkidsonavacationitisnttheplace
    whereyoushouldraiseyourchildrenitisnttheplaceforahoneymoonor
    aweddinganditisnttherightplaceforretirementithasnooceanandno
    skylinethoughithaswaterandskyitsaplaceforintrospectionandits
    agoodplacetodieifyourenotalreadyelderlybutweshouldsaywaswhen
    wespeakofstembeachsinceitnolongerexistssinceitwasadominionof
    themindandtheconsciousprocessscuttleditviafloodthenconsigned
    ittoselectivememoryfireandbrimstonewasalsoanoptionbutwateris
    closertoourcorethanflamesorearthandairisourworstfalsedestiny
    oursisaplaceofpresencenowabsentbornofapprehensionandkilledby
    theconfidenceofnarrativesincenativebewildermentdoesntsurvive
    thesummingupofentertainingproofthepackagingofalmostcertainty
    stembeachwasnttheplaceforbarmitzvahsorchristeningsorbaptisms
    itwasnttheplaceforanysortofceremonyoranyreceivedformofritual
    beyondbiologicalnecessityifbiologyisundoubtedlyritualisticor
    ifritualcouldbeprovennecessaryweendupinstembeachwhenourtaste
    forentanglementsoutdistancesthescopeofourimaginationsandwhen
    ouradulttastesoverrunourchildlikeinclinationswebecomedrowned
    whenweforgetwherewelastparkedourrocketthatcouldtakeustoomega
    youmighthaveaccesstoaspaceagesubmarineorabrushedsteelsteedor
    youmightbecapableofconcoctingmotionthroughthoughtorspeedwith
    notionyoumightbeabletoforgiveideaslinkedtoactionsorinference
    asconvictionbutyoucantundrownthedrowneditsoutsideyourpurview
    evenifyourethatonetheonlyonetheveryonewhodidallofthedrowning
    wecomeintothisworldwithnointenttooutstayourwelcomewithnopure
    talenttolingerlonganywaywhetherwespontaneouslycombustorchoke
    onourownsalivahardlymattersthedifferenceisnegligiblewhenseen
    fromspaceorwhenrememberedfromomegawefindourbleakcornersandwe
    findourbrightplanestohideandtoshowtohealandtoblamewemanageto
    occasionallyflirtwithgoodnessandtooftenresistevilourheritage
    isoneofmakingmistakesandmakingprogressandmakingnoiseanddying
    someofuslearnsomethingofsilencewhilemostofuslearnsomethingof
    griefyoudidntcometostembeachtodrownbutyoudidntcometosparwith
    theLordgoodgoddessherselfeitheryoucametopassadayortwoinquiet
    reverieortovisitwithaneagerfriendfromyouryouthfulprojections
    youcanthavepeaceandchallengeasbedfellowsinthesamestormynight
    andyoucanttorchyourbrainwhenitssoppingwetnotwithtechnologies
    fromyourdaydreamsandnotwithbrokencharismafromyourpersonality
    everytownexacerbatesyoursocialinhibitionsandnotownallowsyour
    autonomytothrivenotonsunnydaysandnotwhendoombuildsintoactual
    nowyourpastisyourpastandyourultimatefutureisasimaginedasdead

    ouryounghollowsonofoldhollowsunofmorastoodleaningagainsthistruck
    waitingforthosetwobaldpurveyorsofobfuscationcolmorandcolfaxwhile
    hethoughtgoanddoandseeandbemorascoronaofbluepulseandyellowflight
    thisdaywouldfollowwidehiswantofsurepurposeandleavehimdoubtfulyet
    heknewthishefeltitmorethanheknewitandheknewitlikeheknewautumnsun
    hewatchedsomecloudspeekabovethefarhorizonlikepaleshrubsofportent
    ruffleddomespastthepatesofcolmorandcolfaxwhothoughhewasexpecting
    themnowaroseseeminglyoutofnowheretoannoyhimthosetwobrainsonposts
    youwontmakemoraloveyouanylessbythinkingofovanaallthislivelongday
    colmorsaidyouwontfindheaveninblueeyesifyoucantfindgodinhazeleyes
    colfaxsaidyounghollowfeltthesturdinessofhistruckbehindhimandfelt
    brokenmoraorovanaorgaritaortrementinachoicelesschoicesinaworldof
    graceandluckwhathaveyoutwoshinyflagpolesgotgoingtodayheaskedohwe
    thoughtwedhelpclaytonclearoutthoseblackberrybramblesfromtheditch
    backofthechurchyardcolmorsaidorweregoingtoruintheworldsaidcolfax
    theworldsalreadyruinedthoughtyounghollowwasruintthedayitcameinto
    beinglikeallthingsbornofmatterasmatterexceptperhapsmorahethought
    ofspringerinoppositiontoclaytonagoodmaninbadclothingoragoodmanin
    goodclothingmakesnodifferencetosomeversionsoffategoodcloudsinbad
    skiesorgoodcloudsingoodskiesbadcloudsingoodskiesorbadcloudsinbad
    skiesthesunstilldiesinthestoryyounghollowwillbecomeoldhollowthen
    perishunlessheperishesasyounghollowthestorywilladaptthestorywill
    alwaysadjusttonewinformationasweallmustadjusttonewinformationour
    placesinunfoldingtimeunwindingtimeunveilingtimewhatevertheproper
    metaphormightbetodayasopposedtoyesterdayasopposedtotomorrowwhats
    wrongwithblackberrybramblesbehindthechurchheaskedtemptsthekidsto
    sneakofffordarkmorselscolmorsaidjuiceofthedevilsaidcolfaxwithhis
    usualsmirksatansfructosewhydoIsufferthesetwocueballsofricocheted
    momentumyounghollowthoughtwhydotheypatternsomuchofmyscriptedmind
    somanyofthestandardandcreativeanglesIwishIcouldmasterwithoutthem
    thesedualclichesofordinaryclevernesstheselamppostsilluminatingmy
    overiviedmentalgateseachdayabotherawonderasplendorknowingwhatits
    liketobeinsidemorabutnotovananotgaritanottrementinathatmasculine
    imperativethatworehimoutandmadehimwanttosteerhistruckstraightoff
    acliffitlllikelystormthisafternoonandyoulljustwindupplayingcards
    withclaytonandmaxwellinthechurchofficelikeyoualwaysdohesaidmaybe
    colmorsaidbutmaxwellsoffvisitinghissistersoifitdoesstormyoucould
    joinusforsomeheartsandleavethewomenbeforjustoneeveningsaidcolfax
    leavethewomenaloneyounghollowthoughtIneedmyimaginationsweptclean
    byawitchsbroomIdontneedacardgameofheartsIneedmyconsciencescoured
    bymorastautstretchovanasquirkyskewgaritasdarktaketrementinasdamp
    distanceorIjustneedtobeburiedasatotemhuskinaspinsterswastegarden
    fromthemidnightgreenofmylinemanbootstothenooncornflowerofthissky
    IwishIcouldbelightningworthynowbeforeanystormrollsinwithitsmurky
    powerIwishIcouldbestruckfromaclearskyandspreadasvaricoloredatoms
    colorcomesdownuponusasbrimstonefromourspiritedgodsourgodsknowing
    wewouldntastonishourselveswithblacksandwhitesandgraysforlongmuch
    lessforeverourgodswhoknewourslatesandchalkboardswouldntsatisfyus
    ifourmarksweremonochromeifourlinesandcurvesknewnothingofrainbows
    orspectrumsifwecouldntdevelopanexpansivearrayoffavoriteshadesand
    tintsandtonestogivelifediversitywecravediversityevenaswevilifyit
    saidcolmorasifhewereinyounghollowsmindthoughhekickedtherearwheel
    ofthetruckanddustroseyouneednewtiresbeforewintercolfaxsaidthough
    hehadntbeentheonedoingthekickingtheyalltasteandfeelthesamecolfax
    saidasifhewerentinyounghollowsmindsinceyounghollowsaidnotheydont
    andhewasofnomindtoaskcolfaxwhathemeantexactlybyeithertasteorfeel
    hethoughtofthestoryinhisheadaboutcimarronandthechaseofcoronawith
    colmorandcolfaxastwinbountyhunterstryingtotrackdowncimarroninthe
    malpaisastorycalledcoronetthatisntaboutvengeanceorwasteorroyalty
    younghollowbrushedthetwoberrykillersasidegotintohistruckanddrove
    awayfromtheburdensomecrimescenebutcouldntoutdistancehisownmental
    tidescouldntoutspeedhisthoughtsofgaritassteadydreadortrementinas
    danksmolderorhisverydeadmothersirrepressibleanglosaxonpragmatism
    hedrovebymorasbungalowandthoughtofhisuncletimocracywhotoldhershe
    wasthefuturehesaidyourcoronagoldstheskyabovethecoldandthefearful
    hesaidyourlightwrapsthedisillusionedinmettlehesaidthistoherandhe
    saidyourethecopperintheeyesofeverymisshapensteedyouretheashborer
    shininggreenintheoldestforestsofoldthoughtorhesaidanythingnotnow
    doesntexistandthereisnonowlatertimocracysaidsuffocatingisthesame
    asdrowninganddrowningisthesameasburningandflamesarejustthedreams
    ofdynamicsonemustntfretoverchemistryhespoketothemonemustntsuffer
    thedreadyourestandinginthestreamsyourestandingintheroadsyoureyes
    areonvelocitycomingyourwaymassrushespasttimeconsolesallsorrowthe
    honorofourherdsdependsasmuchuponourmaresasuponourstallionsasmuch
    uponourfilliesasuponourcoltswhetherwerehorsesorhumansorbeetlesor
    birdswhetherwereghostsorfleshorideashespoketoherhesaidyourcorona
    bluesthewatersintheeyesofthehollowthosewillingtowaitandhewhowill
    soonbesilveredbydeathyourekneelinginthestreamyourelyingintheroad
    youreyesareonthestagatshoreyoureyesareonthefemaledcloudsyourlegs
    arewetyourhairisfilthyyourgriefiseagertoseepintothisearthweshare
    velocityfallsfromtheskyasmassintimeandthestagboltstowardthefoxen
    doubtonthehilltimocracysaidholdingyourhandatyourbeddaedalusfalls
    frombeautythepriestswingstheaxatyournapewhenbeheadingisthesameas
    chokingandchokingisthesameasspontaneouscombustionandwarmthisjust
    thelustoflostdynamicstimocracysaidyououghttokeepmorefeathersfrom
    thecrowpathyourvisionquestisadoomedplanasadietofdoomandgloomthat
    willdietodayaswellastomorrowsinceyourcoronaredstheskyabovethenew
    andthetearfulwithkithotdustofstarrymischieffleckedtopainttheslow
    townpoxedwithdiscontentsosaidtimocracysohesaidbesidetheircradles
    sohesaidintheirhearsessohesangaslullabysohespatascursehesaidyour
    smilesuitsanangeltimocracytoldheryourheartisfittoburstsleepisthe
    sameasceasingandceasingwontgetyoudonewontgetyouhomewontrenderyou
    dreamtintothegoodgracesofclassicfatetimocracywokeatcoldoclockand
    splashedcoldwateronhisfaceandtookhishornandblewforsorrowheraised
    hishorntoblowattheLordbuttheLordshewasawantingandtheLordshehadno
    mercyuponhimsincewhatheblewwasntinterestingwasntgoodtheLordknows
    hornblowersareadimeadozenandwhethertheyblowfromtheirballsortheir
    ovariesifwhattheyblowisntinterestingtheymightaswellbeblowinginto
    thevoidtheymightaswellbesittingstillonthosebenchesinwaitingrooms
    perpetuallyreservedfortheaspirantandthemediocreforthoselackingin
    geniusormadstyleonemightknowsomethingofmusicorsomethingofmathbut
    whatdoesoneknowofmajestyifonedoesntknowanythingofmajestyonemight
    somedaysimplysinkintothestinkoftheinscrutableyounghollowdrovefor
    kicksthroughthecountrysidewhilemorainherbungalowthoughtaboutwhat
    shemightdotosavecimarronfromwickedmensuchasspringerandmaxwelland
    claytonandthoseweirdcolbrothersifshewerecoronaifshecouldjusthave
    beenbravecoronaandnotblandmoraifonlyyounghollowsunclewerentoneof
    thetowndrunksnotameanonekindofsweetbutwhocouldtrusthisblatherwho
    couldtrusthisoverwroughtflatterythoughhemadeyounghollowlaughwhen
    hepontificatedsothatyounghollowscrowsfeetshowedandshewasgladtobe
    aroundforthatasitgaveherdaysomeshinesinceyounghollowisntcimarron
    anddoesntneedsavingshethoughtwhilesherestrungtheguitarthatgarita
    hadgivenherasabirthdaygiftaguitarthathadbeengiventogaritawhenshe
    hadcomeofageinthisgodforsakenworldoftoomanyguitarsthatpeoplesuch
    asshecouldhardlyplaymorethanstrumthreechordswhilehissingtheblues
    whereasovanawarbleslikesomehairlesschoirboythroughthosestupidred
    lipsofhersmorathoughtpluckingandadjustingthegstringasshewondered
    whetherspringermightmakeabettercimarronthanyounghollowandshefelt
    asguiltyasyounghollowfeltashedrovepasttrementinasramshackleplace
    knowingeventhoughhewasntpledgedtomorashewasundoubtedlythesureone
    forthebalanceofhislifetocomenottrementinawithhersharpcollarbones
    withherpoutandclawherwinsomespinandrattlingbelfrybuttheLordsheis
    awantingshewantsthehornblowerstotrustintheirhornstheirtrumpetsof
    silverorbrassofcopperorcoaloftarorwoodorboneorsteelshewantstheir
    longloyaltyfromtherampartsandthefireescapesandthegymfloorsandthe
    cemeteriesbuttheycanleavethebattlefieldstosomeotherlordshedoesnt
    wantbloodshedshewantstheauthenticsoundsofpleasureandskillandshed
    settleforcoldprowessonlyifburningvirtuositycantoccludecompetence
    whenyounghollowgrabbedtrementinabyhernapeitwasatendergrabonewith
    forcebutverytenderforceinthewordsofhisuncletimocracyheauroradher
    timocracyspoketohisbrotherinlawhetoldoldhollowhewastheluckiestto
    havegothissistertheabsoluteluckiestbecausehissisterpossessedthat
    godgivenauraofcitruscheeryounghollowsmotherwhowassoldonpractical
    joywhoraisedhersontonotsimplyacceptrealitybuttoembraceitwithcool
    temperanceandsoberfervorthoughthosewerentherwordsyounghollowknew
    theywerehisownseepedoutofhismemoryasheseparatedtrementinascheeks
    morehisimaginationthanhismemorymorethememoryoftheproductofhisown
    imaginationthanwhatwenormallythinkofasreliablememoryrainbeatdown
    onthetrailerroofandyounghollowknewthatcolmorandcolfaxwerentatthe
    churchriddingitofblackberrythornstheywereplayingcardsandcimarron
    didntkillanybodyhewasinnocentandgladstonewaschasingcoronatotrack
    cimarronbutshewastooslytobecaughtwhilehegarneredtrementinasberry
    hethoughtofhisfatherslastwordsoldhollowslastwordstohimfromhisbed
    sonchooseloveoverpridedontletyourcorkleadyouoffacliffanddontever
    killanotherpersonnotevenaneviloneokpromisemethatandsoyounghollow
    promisedhimthatlastpartandoldhollowdiedthenextnightwithmoraathis
    bedsidethoughshesworehespokenolastwordsforhertotakeintoherbattle
    withtheovanasandtrementinasofherworldthoughgaritawouldprovideher
    withtheonlychallengetoaheartthatmatteredshedwriteasongaboutitbut
    sheknewjustthethreedamnchordsandhersingingvoicewastooreedyforany
    songofeternalsamesexfriendshiptherainbeatdownuponthewholetownand
    itsattendantcountrysidetheLordshesawthecrimesshesawthesacrifices
    shesawthelittlemisdeedsandthesmallblundersshesawtheheraldsfailto
    impresswiththeirsoloblastsorcollectivefanfaresofimpotentdevotion
    getyourbugleandfindapatchofsunlightawayfromthefattedcrowdandplay
    forthrillsandplayforkeepsonebreathatatimeandallbreathsatonceblow
    fornothingblowforloveblowfortheLordifyoumustshellnotsaveyoursoul
    neitherwillblowingforblowingssakeorblowingforthegoodofsomecommon
    manorthegracesofsomeuncommonwomanblowfortwomomentsbeforeoblivion
    comestoclaimyourthirdlackingaspitvalvethebloodwillhavetodrainout
    thebellalongwithshredsoflungandvisceraandperhapsahumantoothortwo
    trementinadroolsonyounghollowschestmoralackscallousesonmostofher
    fingersovanawadsherwethairupinawhitetowelcolmoroverbetsalongshot
    insidestraightmaxwellnoticeshissisterspoilsherkidsgaritapicksher
    waythroughadifficultlogisticalproblemoldhollowrotsinhisdarkgrave
    youcoulddriveacrossthiscountrythisstatethiscountythismakebelieve
    townofstembeachyoucoulddrivethroughasubconsciousandnevercomeupon
    thesecreaturesthoughtheymattertothatsubconsciousandcountasbeauty
    marksasinnoculationscarsasdevelopmentalcomplicationstheyresomuch
    thestuffofdreamsthatwontfitinjarsonshelvestheyreareasoftheworded
    bodywherenobodygoesanymorethiswordedbodyanywaythissubconsciouswe
    cantdoeverythinginanygivenlifetimewecanttieupmorethanalooseendor
    twocertainlynotthetangledfatesofeverypoundingheartgaritatastesof
    burntsnowinhisstraythoughtstrementinafeltlikebluehateinhismemory
    younghollowdrovetomorastotrytotellhersomethingworthherhearingbut
    whenhearrivedshedalreadyleftforherswingshiftpangsoflonelinessate
    himupashestoodonherstoopmissinghergoodhumorandeasewithhimmissing
    herascendinglaughandherwillingnesstowaitforhimtheLorddoesntsmote
    dumbmenbutshedoesntpitythemeithertimocracywasridingshotgunwhenhe
    climedbackintohistruckandhesaidtoyounghollowyourenotagoodthinker
    andyourenotthesecondcomingofanythingyouretherustintheeyesofevery
    shapelyswanyourethedungbeetlescuttlinginthenewgrowthfernsofideas
    coronamightsavecimarronbuthedoesntsaveherhemightbetheherobutshes
    themartyrandtheoneeverybodywillcelebrateevenwhentheyknowcimarron
    proveshimselfnotworthsavingevencolmorandcolfaxprovidecomicrelief
    atcrucialpointsintheirsordidtaleandgladstonescrueltyhasitspurity
    younghollowsatinhistrucktilldaydriftedawaytheresnoeasyhonoringof
    theLordwhenoneshornwasfashionedfromironorbronzewhenoneswealthmay
    amounttonothingmorethanatendersoundingvoicewheredowegowhenwegowe
    mustgowhenwemustgowherewillwegonobodyknowsaftershegoesdontlether
    goandbeforeshegoesdontlethergothegoingisntthematteritsthestaying
    nobodyknowsnobodyknowsnobodyknowsnobodyknowsnobodyknowsnotanyone
    allofthismightmakemoresenseinthehandsofatruertellerbutwhatwehave
    hereisasmudgedwatercolorsincewomenarewomenandmenaremenexceptwhen
    theyrenotandallwomenareonewomanasallmenareonemanexceptwhentheyre
    notswitchoutthecocksandcuntsandthetestosteroneandestrogenandsome
    otherplumbingandwiringandallyouvegotismassandenergyandideamasked
    aslifeourgrandillusionmoraorovanaorgaritaortrementinayounghollow
    wantsaspectsofthemallspringerormaxwellorclaytonovanawantsthemall
    wewantitallexceptwhenitsalltoomuchitssooftenjustreallyalltoomuch
    cimarronfledgladstonesposseacrossthebadlandsofhisownemptinesshis
    specialnegativespacehebelievedcoronacouldtakecareofherselfheknew
    shedalwaysheldherowninhisthoughtshewasntafraidofdeathhewasafraid
    ofthetorturegladstonewouldinflictuponhimviacolmorandcolfaxandhow
    theywouldbreakhiswilltheywoulddeconstructhimintostandardshamehed
    showhimselfacowardforsakinghisLordandherkingdomwidedecreeformale
    rigorandbrillianceherdesireforstillwatersrundeepandswarthyclench
    jawedheatforevolutionaryresilienceinthesedaysoffrolicandferocity
    coronaaswomanwasthebettermanbutheasmanwasntthebetterwomanandsohe
    rodehisthunderbirdacrosstheblackenedmalpaispursuedbygladstoneand
    thecolbrotherstwomeandickswithweedybrainsledbyabriaredtwatandher
    contraptionsofvengeancethatdistincthatredofonelifeforanotherwhen
    thosetwolivescantbeblentnotinthefleshnotinthemindandnotinthesoul
    ovanawantedtobelieveinthesoulbutshedidntshebelievedinthepalpable
    likeyounghollowsmotheroldhollowswifetimocracyssisterovanatrusted
    inempiricalrealityandithadneverletherdownbytryingtofoolhershewas
    sureinherfaithindeathssovereigntyandthattruelustisoursweetanimal
    heritageyounghollowscaredherwithhisbaroquegibberishinheritedfrom
    hisdaftanddrunkenunclepilesofnonsensicalfilthfromsomeexhumedtomb
    shewasheadedtothepoolhalltohopefullybehunteddownbyeitherspringer
    orclaytonormaxwellorsomeotherstembeachparamourofhercoolconjuring
    theLordshegivethtothosewhogivetothemselvesandwhoarealsogiventoby
    othersandbynatureandbydumbluckshegivethandshetakethawayusuallyby
    inscrutabledegreesthepoolhallwithitsadjacenttavernwaspackedasshe
    squeezedpasttheinsignificantlassesandblokestowardwheretrementina
    satinacornerboothwithheryoungersisterquestaarathermouseybookworm
    younghollowsympathizedwithquestasincehealwayssoughttheedgesofany
    roomhimselfbutrightnowhesoughttheedgesofthewideworldwithcimarron
    wheneveronerunsfromonestroublesonerunsintoonestroublesthispathis
    thewayofhumanfollyourcircuitousroutetoreckoningweresimplytooself
    ubiquitousandweresimplytooskinboundedtoescapeournaturalcondition
    younghollowdidntknowwhattodowithhishandsorhiseyesorhisthoughtsor
    hiscorkorhisbreathingorhisdrymouthandquestadidntknowwhattodowith
    thesethingseitherandtheywerentaloneinthisthoughtherewerepeoplein
    thepoolhallwhowereintheircomfortzoneandovanawasoneoftheseandeven
    trementinawasateaseenoughtoalmostmatchovanasperkandpurposearound
    thesparksandtensionstheordinarybanalitiesofsmalltownaggregations
    ifonehasabugleoneshouldblowitoronemightaswellnothavethedamnthing
    outonthedarkplainofyounghollowsimaginationcimarronlaywithouthorn
    underthestarsknowinggladstoneandhertiresomecoveykeptwatchforfire
    andtheirearsoutforhissighsneitherofwhichhecouldaffordtoindulgeso
    helayinpitchstillnesshewasinnocentofmurderbuthewasguiltyofliving
    hethoughtofcoronaandwhenhefirstmetherandhowshetookchargewiththat
    goanddoandseeandbeattitudeofhersthatzestforeverythingforwhatever
    maycomeandnowhewasntsurewhethershewassafeorsoundorwhetherhecould
    doanythingtosaveherifshewerenthetookcomfortinknowingshewasalways
    asteporfouraheadofhiminadifferentwaythanmoraknewhowtostayclearof
    younghollowsstridejustasgaritaknewwhentoappearonmorassnowystreet
    ifIwereyounghollowIdclaimmoraavoidovanaandtrementinaandtrytomake
    suregaritastuckaroundasafriendthisdespitemanynotablequalitiesone
    couldlistonbehalfofbothovanaandtrementinaifIwerecimarronIdrideto
    thenearestmetropolistrytobecomeanonymousanddisappearintoacrowdif
    IwereanyoneboutmyselfIdtakecoronaifshedtrustmeunderthewildstarry
    expanseundertheLordseverwatchfulgazeandherapprovalofcloseabandon
    ifIweretimocracyIwouldntspeakinplainerlanguageIdturntheampsupall
    thewaybutIdworkwithdynamicsIdturnthealcoholoffbutIdkeeptheregret
    ifIwereyounghollowIddroptheyoungandbehollowaftermyfathersdeathor
    evenbeforemyfathersdeathandIdcallmorasandmysonwolforthororforest
    IdcorkmorasodeepherwinewouldsoakintomystonesifIwerecimarronIdlet
    gladstonewinshecouldhaveasonbymeandwedcallhimoakoraugustandhedbe
    farbraverthanmeandnowherenearascruelassheifIwerequestaIwouldntgo
    greatestliesIcouldstealifIwerespringerIdtakeovanafrombehindinthe
    poolhalljohnandsendheradozenpearlcoloredrosesthenextmorningalong
    withabottleofthesweetestrumIcouldaffordIfIweremaxwellIdprotectmy
    sisterfromherinadequaciesbyunclingthehelloutofherchildrenifIwere
    eithercolmororcolfaxImightaswellbeaprayingmantisorarottenkumquat
    ifIwereclaytonIdtakemorerisksinlifesothatmypokerbluffshadprayers
    ofbeingbelievableifIweregaritaIwouldhaveleftmyunhappyhusbandlong
    agoifIweretheLordIdfashionadaughtergodoutofmyownhandsthensendher
    onaquestacrosstheuniverseinsearchofherfatherifIwereahornIdwantto
    beblownbylustnotlovebutIdwanttobepolishedbylovenotlustIdwanttobe
    blowntoreleaseinternaldemonsandnottoheraldanewdayormournthedeath
    ofabravesoldierifIwereanauthorandcreatorofcharactersIdmakesureto
    showthemhowtocollectivelykillmeandmergethemselvesintopatternsifI
    wereanylonelierthanIamrightnowIdbelonelierthanIamrightnowifIwere
    evolutionIdtakemytimetomakesureIgotthingswronginjusttherightways
    ifIweretodietodayeradicatedbymycreationslosttoobsolescenceImight
    ruethewastedhoursanddaysandseasonssoundingatimmortalitywithahorn
    madeoftinandwiththetalentsofalandlordandnotanarchitectwiththesad
    pinchofamutedbellandjustenoughforcetodustapatchofwallinjerichoif
    IwerealandscapeofmajestywouldyoutreadintomysnowyreachifIweresome
    skankytrailerparkbesideyourbloodstatewouldyoupillagemydumpsterin
    yournightlysomnambulismifIcouldstealyourtiaraandformitintoacrown
    Idwearitwhenviolatingyourinteriorsunriseifyouwereapharoahwemight
    careaboutyourpyramidschemesifIwereakingtheymightcareaboutmyspawn
    ifwewereacouplewewouldntbeforlongifwewereacouplewewouldntwarmthe
    worldifwewerentacoupleIwouldntbeherecomesdeathoverournakedridges
    totakeusnooneknowswhereyounghollowfeltmoraspresenceasshecameinto
    thepoolhallalongwithsomefreshairfromtheautumneveninghereyesfound
    himinstantlyandsheangledthroughthecrowdtowardhimasifsheneededhim
    tokeepherfromkillinghimbecauseshewassickoffeelingtoomanyfeelings
    ImsickoffeelingtoomanyfeelingsImsickofrunningfromgladstoneandher
    fairjudgementImsickofmymentalmediocrityandmyemotionalinconstancy
    ImsickofthereignofstoryandImevenmoresickofthefailedcouptoreplace
    itwithstructureorstyleorwhateverpassesforclevernessImwearyofmale
    dominanceandImevenmorewearyofourfakenewegalitarianismImfedupwith
    easyaccessandImdisinterestedincodedclubsmoradesiredassuranceamid
    thebewildermentandIcravethattoobemuseddisequilibriumwithoutfears
    ofeternalfailureandinfiniterejectionjustascolmorandcolfaxmayhave
    wishedtobefreeofcaricatureIwanttobeyourjanitorinparadiseandIwant
    youtobemybluestcoronainsomecelestialvacantlotwhenthelightsatlast
    failyounghollowkissedmorasbrowasifheweremarkingherwithhisbranded
    stigmataandtwomonthslaterinamomentofperfectwhimsygaritawouldkiss
    morafullonthemouthasthesnowfellupontheirchristmascheerwhatIyearn
    forIveyearnedforsinceIfirstlearnedtoyearnnotforunconditionallove
    butforabidingrespectmeasuredoutasworthandworthcorrelatedtoeffort
    andeffortassomemysteriouslovechildconceivedbyrigorandgracecolmor
    andcolfaxhungoutbehindthepoolhallafterkeyingyounghollowstruckfor
    reasonstheywouldntbeabletoproperlyexpresstheywereabouttoheadinto
    thepoolhallwhencolfaxnoticedtimocracysprawledbesidethedumpsterhe
    moanedoncesotheyknewhewasntdeadcolmorsfirstthoughtwastokickhimin
    theribsbutthenherememberedhesortoflikedthefoolishdrunkitwasnthis
    faultthathehadsuchasnootyprickforanephewsocolfaxfetchedsomewater
    fromthebarandtheysplasheditontimocracysfaceandgavehimsometodrink
    andsathimupagainsttherearwallofthebuildingthenbeganaconversation
    noneofthemwouldforgetintheirlifetimestheLordshewatchesoveruswhen
    wefailandwealwaysfailwebreakourlittlecrownsuponthebigstonesofour
    accidentalworldandweblameeverythingbutourcommonclumsinesstheLord
    shepassesshadowsofcloudsacrossourbrowsshemakethustoliethroughour
    teethoutofkindnesstothosewelovesheallowsusmomentsinthewilderness
    freefromtheconvenienceofpretenseandbrimmingwithdreamsofthefuture
    theLordsheraiseshergoldcornettoblowfortheindeterminacyofsurprise
    deathcomesoverthenearestridgebeforewerereadyforitbutitsimportant
    tomenlikecimarronandmetobegrantedthegiftofdyingwithourownbootson
    thegoodchoicewasmorabuthechosequestaandtheymadewhatbesttheycould
    ofanoutofbalancecouplingoftwograyscaledintrovertsonthistroubling
    earthwhoweredamagedearlyonbytheirenvironementalpropensitytofavor
    anoddworshipofcommonsenseoversomepracticeofstrangersensibilities
    andthusendsourglimpseintothestickfigurepotentialofouryounghollow

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  3. questarodeherrocketinastormtoomegasheclimbedaboardandtheswimship
    gallopedacrossthebiglandamidlightningandwindandhorizontalrainshe
    feltcomfortedbyitssmellofoldleathercobaltandpearlherpastlivesasa
    thoughtfuloneasaretrovisionarywetpatentsmoothnessandbrushedmetal
    curvesthethunderdidntmaketherocketnervousitknewitsownseparations
    itsownthrustersandboostersandturbosettingsitknewitswildlustymane
    questasownhairservedthewindwellwhentheweatherwasfairandtherocket
    wasconvertedbutthiswasntoneofthosedaysthiswastheomegafrontierwet
    andrevisedthiswasthequemadoplainsoakedandwickedquestarodewithher
    handseitherontheslickleverorthehornofthesaddlehersuitstretchedto
    tearherheartfatedtoburstlikeallheartsinthepresenceofsuchvelocity
    shefeltasrecklessasherinteriorselfwitharocketbetweenherlegsasshe
    burnedthroughthedelugeinherfierysteedonherwaytoasequesteringwell
    satedwellengineeredeagertodisappearandbeuncountedshehadhadenough
    ofmatteringofbeingtoosignificanttosomeonesignificantheranonymity
    inomegawouldcomeatacostbutfornowherblastacrossthislandwaswhatshe
    neededspeedandshudderadrenalineandrushshewouldhavenomasterbeyond
    privatethrillandbreastedstoicismshecouldbearlonelinessshethought
    shedborneitbeforeshecoulddosoagainwethinkourselvescapableuntilwe
    proveourselveswrongandweproveourselveswrongwithroutinecompetence
    younghollowwasnthermistakebutwasnthersolutioneithersheknewandher
    rocketsubmarineditswaythroughherfloodscapeasshemulledandpondered
    andtheminutesandhoursanddaysandseasonsandcenturiessweptbywiththe
    ferociousstormragingunabatedwithherfaithfulrocketrefusingtoslack
    whensheatlastreachesomegatheremightbesunlighttheremightbegravity
    tosparequestamightbreatheintheshadowsofgiantsorshemightwavemight
    intolackshecouldverifythefemininewillormagnifythewallflowersgaze
    wecantbeeverythingsowemustbesomethingandoursomethingisunknowable
    questacouldhavebeenanythingyounghollowwantedhertobegeniusorqueen
    liarorsaintbutsheblossomedfromneighborgirlintokeenprotagonisthis
    orthogonalregrethisspiralconsolationherchannelvibratedbetweenher
    suborbitalinclinationsandhersuboptimalflightstraightatresolution
    shewashischosenpaleandcuntedmarvelandhewasherloadedandcockedrisk
    butunlikeherfabulousamphibiousexpressrockettheywerentbuilttolast
    actionbegetsactionlovefostersloveabigmysteryishowseldomlovestays
    vitalhowseldomitsurvivesourravagesoftimeevenamonggoodfriendswith
    sharedvaluesandcommonprinciplesevenamongloverswhohavegivenwholly
    oftheirholiestselvesquestadesiredtheLordgoodgoddessnotaflawedman
    shecravedherindependentselfnottheexistentialfensofyounghollowher
    mountcouldcarryhertoomegaoritcouldtakehertothepleiadesandsheknew
    itwaspasttimetoarriveatthefirstandnearingtimetotraveltothelatter

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  4. younghollowthoughtIraisedmyhorntoblowfortheLordandIblewwithallof
    mymightIblewtoheraldhertruerreignhetoldhimselfbutmytonewasntpure
    hethoughtofhischildhoodfriendreginaandhowhergirlkindnessoutshone
    hisboygoodnessandhowhergirlmeannessoutflankedhisboybrutalitywhat
    mightpassforbrutalityinaprivilegedlandofcomfortableneighborhoods
    younghollowcouldntrememberwhetherreginawasfromhischildhoodorfrom
    cimmaronsorwhetherhehadraisedhishornforreginaorwhetherhehadblown
    itwithallhismightfortheLordgoodgoddessherselfhealsoknewitcouldbe
    ananecdotefromtimocracyspokenathimfromthepassengersideofhistruck
    wasreginaasrealasquestaandmoraormorerealthancolmorandcolfaxyoung
    hollowsremembrancecouldnttellhimjustasitcouldntconfirmtimocracys
    outrageousclaimthattheLordgoodgoddesswasthegodbeyondthegodofgods
    IdontknowwhereIputthathornthoughtyounghollowdidtimocracykeepitor
    didquestatakeitwithhertoomegaordidImisplaceitsomewhereinmymemory
    perhapsgaritawillknowwhereitsgottoperhapssheknowswhereIvegottogo
    onemuststayonthemovetoavoidthefloodtheatrocitiesofanysocietylive
    intheindividualmindreginausedtosaythatthesoundoflightmadeherfree
    younghollowwarmedhishandsbythefireashewaitedforgladstonetoarrive
    gladstonewouldcomewithhispolymathicelitismandhaulhimtothegallows
    ortheywouldhaveashootoutinslowmotionandoneofthemwouldendtheother
    whatluckymentheyweretohavetheirdestinieslinkedandnotbeallalonein
    theemptymalpaisonaviciousnightinthesetroubledtimeshornlessandmad
    younghollowifhewerecimmaronprobablywouldntrememberwherehemislaid
    hiswitchorhisfeasteitherheisntaclearthinkerashimselfornothimself
    whetherhewasrunningfrommoraorknowledgeorgladstonespossewasntwhat
    matteredwhatmatteredwasthathecouldntremainfloatinginthetruckwith
    garitaforeverandadayyourlifeisntstaticyoureperpetuallyinmotionso
    youmightaswelldoitinamoreconcertedwayyoumightaswellfleewhatfeels
    unrealforwhatfeelsnonfictionaltimocracywasfondofsayingonemightas
    wellseeksolaceinimperfectfantasieslifeistooshorttoacceptdrudgery
    andabsolutesifyouthinkyoucanrideacrossthelandinarocketthenrideit
    ifyouthinkyoucanescapeyourrisingwatersasacognitiveoutlawthendoso

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  5. younghollowsatinhistruckwithgaritaheswitchedheroutwithtrementina
    thinkingthatwouldfreshenastormwithinbutitdidntsoheswitchedherout
    withmorainanefforttowardauthenticityandbetterunderstandingbutshe
    wasntinthemoodtobehishelpmateamidallofthechaosandchastisedhimfor
    histiminghewasntafraidofthefloodwaterssinceastheprotagonisthewas
    immunetodrowningbuthewasntimmunetotediumorconfusionsohewantedher
    toalleviatebothforhimbutsherefusedsayingeithertrementinaorquesta
    werehisbetterchoicesevenovanaifovanaitmustbeshewasntgoingtobehis
    diversionwhilestuckinhistruckinthecrookofatreeduringacataclysmof
    hisownmakingbutheinsistedhewasntresponsibleforthiscatastrophenot
    itsgenesisandnotitsseverityandhewaspowerlesstoturnoffthetapandto
    unclogthedrainsandtosavetimocracyfromhisstoriedplaceascautionary
    deathinthememoriesofallhollowsyoungandoldmorawishedyounghollowto
    knowhewaslovedandthatthoughunconditionallovewasntearneditcouldbe
    sacrificedtoprideitcouldbeslaughteredoutoffearandifheweretogoand
    doandseeandbeheoughttograspthatlikequestahedhavetogoitalonehewas
    aloneasshemorawasalonebuttheycouldbelessalonetogethereveniflifes
    ordinarypulseledtoordinarysilenceformosteveryonesheofferedwarmth
    ofbodyandengagementofmindsheofferedtimesharedacrossseasonswithin
    daysandyearswithinbreathsandsweetestversionsofdriftingofftosleep
    buthehadtomakeuphismindandchoosewithconvictionnotunderthisduress
    ofanepochalfloodinthecraftedtownofstembeachspuriousstressmeantto
    deflectconsciousimaginationyoullgettoomegaeventuallyyoucantavoid
    itwhetheronamanedbulletorwitharenegadehouseboatorinsomebodysarms
    younghollowstaredattheroilingwatersinthisrealmwheretrucksfloated
    andstallionsgleamedwherestormsaroseoutofanxietyandlovesconquered
    lovingitwasntlostonhimthathesatinneedofhisownprivaterevolutionor
    reformationorrenaissancethathesatonthatneedasifitwerehisownsnake
    grownlongenoughtocurlunderhisirresolutionortotightenaroundhisown
    throatortostiffenintounpalatableneedandbesidehimwasasunlikeforce
    capableofrestoringhisneglectedfieldsfertilebutwithoutthefervorof
    geniuswithoutthevitalityofcontemporaryconfidenceinpopularromance
    thenoholdsbarredwillingnesstoshipeverybodywitheverybodyovernight
    morahadshoulderbladeswithoutwingsandbreastswithoutnectarherthird
    eyewasntempiricallyevidentandhermoundofjoywasnomountofolivesthat
    wouldtransfigurehimintoacarefreelifestyleinheavenbesideoldhollow
    shewaslightforhischlorophyllbluerthanyounglustandredderthanittoo
    butquestatohervisceralcreditneverevokedtheLordgoodgoddessherself
    notwithherwordsorhertongueorherskinanywayonlywithherambitionsfor
    flightonlywithhersolomalelessambitionsshotintotranscendentmotion
    garitadriftedtrementinaexploredovanaexperimentedmorareconfigured
    whatevergallinafloweredinhiswindowpotsorwhateverstainsshesheeted
    ifonecantdenythebeautyofbeesbusyattheblossomsofanappletreeinones
    yardneithercanonedenytheanguishofcrowdsnorthevaledictionofloners
    younghollowputhishandonmorasthighknowingitwasasuperiorthightohis
    inferiorhandbutshedidntbrushitawayorflinchorgrimaceorlayherhands
    onhimorsayanythingpertainingtohistouchortheirbodiesortimerunning
    outonthemandeveryoneelseinstembeachsincesheintuitedthewaterswere
    meanttorisepastthetreetopstotheverystarsifreginaweretohaveherway
    morahummedoutloudthethrobbingpassagesofdebussysengulfedcathedral
    butyounghollowdidntrecognizeitthinkingitaweirdtakeonacountrysong
    hewantedtheretobeaspectstomorathathecouldntinadaysworkcomprehend
    hewantedtheretobemoremysteryinherquietudethaninquestasjauntyride
    orreginasblusterygallortimocracysloggerheaorgallinasmonomaniacal
    clutchortrementinasburgundysmolderorgaritaslogicalditherorovanas
    pinkperturbationsorcolmorsandcolfaxsinsistentneedtoscrutinizehim
    hewantedtobeabletomeasureuptosomethingmoreworthwhilethanhisdeath
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