lady day...

...Ordog speaks about the tight end now,
drawing comparisons with communicating through
mouths, adding that mouths can no sooner than tight
ends become corrupted, where as messages sent
through the tight end are more direct... a direct line
to Papi in the sky... Papillon a butterfly before the
cage flying around the observation centre and the
beady eyes of the ever present Ordog, which he jokes
has the words god if not back to front...
notations from the black, six
...it is better to be alone with yourself than
alone in company of others... i read these words the
day after Ludwig decided it was too awkward not to
leave... although he admitted he found it difficult,
being that suicide seemed so close, although he used
the words, doing myself off, Estrella style... reminded
of Melania explanation of a series of suicides running
in the family, madnesses as birds on the wire...
messages through time sat on ice, cool on fire... i
quickly miss Ludwig's writings, and their continuous
updates... Melania had taken to jotting down more
and more of Mrs Lucelle's ways... the red polka dot
bath robe after research was discontinued a few
months before last December, and the pills on the
counter have only a month left before going out of
date, though the Man ignores this, along with time,
everything important is happening now, nothing
crucial happened yesterday and tomorrow is merely a
relic before it has come... Mrs Lucelle's violently
cums at exactly 19:21 — 22 minutes later than the day
before because of the traffic on the M25....
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