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Pedestals | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Laquo; Beggars Can’t be Choosers. Nursery Rhyme Reports: Jack Sprat. On June 11, 2013. They are rather phallic in nature, when you think about it. Even the term “pedestals” seems to have some relation to the Greek or is it Latin? Word for feet, which are very often acquainted with male genitalia. If this is true then why am I equipping men who already possess phalluses or at least the means to possess phalluses, with an extra, overly assertive organ? And if cyberspa...

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For the Love of Barbara Allen | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Laquo; Kissing Frogs. Beggars Can’t be Choosers. For the Love of Barbara Allen. On June 9, 2013. Have you ever taken to your bed because of a Barbara Allen? This, as story-lovers across mediums know, is the makings of a tragedy. There should be no surprise then, that the end of the ballad Barbara Allen. Usually–whether my Barbara Allen is a particularly interesting person I’d like to spend more time with, or an especially intriguing activity I’d like to become...

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Open Spaces | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Smoke Signals I Couldn’t Read. On October 3, 2013. There is something in me that stretches in the wild spaces. Shrinks in the ordered places. What this means is that I can’t offer much on this besides the strangeness and the intensity of my own personal feelings. My fanciful relief when I’m where the wild things are–un-contained–and my nagging fear that there may be a day when all the world is crossed and covered with the lines of urbaniz...October 3, 2013 at 4:32 pm.

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Of Emperors and Outfits | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Of Emperors and Outfits. On June 6, 2013. Nobody likes to see a naked man walking down the road. Okay, many of us wouldn’t actually mind. Seeing a naked man walk down the road despite the indecent exposure if certain requirements were met. You know, if he was attractively. Naked Basically, if we considered his naked state to be somehow “appropriate”. But most. 8220;Did you see? 8221; I’ll sigh. “Such talent! People, don’t you know? Later, when a little girl in my br...

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Clotho's Spinning | where the thread of life gets–tangled | Page 2

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Of Emperors and Outfits. Nobody likes to see a naked man walking down the road. Okay, many of us wouldn’t actually mind. Seeing a naked man walk down the road despite the indecent exposure if certain requirements were met. You know, if he was attractively. Naked Basically, if we considered his naked state to be somehow “appropriate”. But most. 8220;Did you see? 8221; I’ll sigh. “Such talent! People, don’t you know? Will gag herself with a smile and say nothing.

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October | 2013 | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Smoke Signals I Couldn’t Read. The field was on fire. My friend pointed out the lumps of smoke that were growing out across the sky, their roots behind a hill. 8220;Weird,” I stared at the brownish lumps, not really believing they were there–not completely registering their reality somehow. “I was just thinking how peaceful this field was yesterday….”. My friend turned onto another road. He pulled over a second time as a second pair of fire trucks passed us. The fir...

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Creatures | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Laquo; New Creations. On September 29, 2013. Victor Frankenstein and I aren’t having coffee today. Today we are sitting at a fire neither of us feel, in a shack someone wiser abandoned in the arctic. 8220;I ran away too,” I tell him. “The way you did. But I don’t know if he was my creation.”. Victor pokes the fire with a long bit of wood. A piece of a broken sled? 8220;It isn’t fair,” I tell Silence, because Victor already knows it isn’t fair. ...Something like that...

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September | 2013 | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Victor Frankenstein and I aren’t having coffee today. Today we are sitting at a fire neither of us feel, in a shack someone wiser abandoned in the arctic. 8220;I ran away too,” I tell him. “The way you did. But I don’t know if he was my creation.”. Victor pokes the fire with a long bit of wood. A piece of a broken sled? 8220;It isn’t fair,” I tell Silence, because Victor already knows it isn’t fair. He knew it wasn’t fair before I did, wh...From our own.”. Something...

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New Creations | Clotho's Spinning

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Where the thread of life gets–tangled. Laquo; Nursery Rhyme Reports: Jack Sprat. On September 10, 2013. There isn’t a good place to begin writing about things–ideas and places–that seem like fog. There’s so much of the stuff, and it spreads out in all direction: impossible to hold, impossible to really see or be seen in. Can there be some way–the glow easing its way out from the vehicle of my mind asked–that the pain can end? I see, in that sweet light that illuminates the road more than the fog, the yel...