affame_le_geant_writing_in_the_sky fyn gula the rain, which had been falling steadily for two hours abated only long enough to prepare the sky for a spectacular display of lightening. the background, formed by the combination of broken grey clouds infused with temporary glimpses of strangled sunshine and domestic abused bruised clouds leftover from the original storm, became a stunning indigo. an ample canvas for the jagged fingers of high tenson to scratch forth their electrical discharges. as the wooden cart splashed amongst the ever-deepening puddles and mud oozed around the revolutions of the iron wheels along the wheel ruts of the bianca strada, the spegnere stopped and shook the rain from his crow feathered costume. he looked up at the brilliant flashes of light and swore to himself that there were words scrawled in the turbulent sky. he turned and informed frau werzenwozen who was busily attending to a request from puppertwinkle about the pain in saumboo's leg. she simply dismissed it as welcomed ambiguity. when the human flowers heard what the spegnere suggested they laughed. no one woud believe that the lightening could produce legible words on the expanse. but when it happened a second time, accompanied by a ear-splitting peal of thunder and the image lingered so that all could witness it, a reverent stillness settled over the cart's inhabitants. the silence was fucking spooky. beaming one minute, wincing the next, frau werzenwozen reclaimed control of the situation and repeated the cryptic words that were written across the clouds and now had faded from sight. "you break the rosary, bead by bead." her recitation fell hollow and distant amongst the drizzle of rain for everyone was yet stunned by this amazing observation. suddenly thunder resounded, cracking the scene wide open with terror. puppertwinkle whined and buried his head under saumboo's arms. the human flowers huddled close together. the sky seemed to swallow itself and turned a shade darker. the lightening returned, scratches of brilliance, like an invisible finger inscribing its prophecy upon the purple atmospheric paper. this time there was much more and it remained long enough for even the slowest reader to absorb. "you break the rosary bead by bead," it read. "and plant them in the ground like seeds. you water them with the tears that leak from your damaged heart and drip from your tired soul. you wring out the sweat from the fabric of your endless labour and spill it like hope on the parched ground. moments later, when days pass and months follow, in the year of the revolution, vines grow that wrap themselves around your legs, thorns emerge from budless flowers that cut the skin." as it faded, the travelers murmured amongst themselves. it was clear that the message concerned itself with saumboo. but before they could bring any assemblance to their discussion, thunder ripped forth a tumultuous roar followed by a much smaller appearance of writing. "you have confused yourself with someone else. and that little boy that made worlds out of throw rugs, mountains from the tugs of tiny hands still sits wondering when he will grow up." 020521 ... fyn_gula proina, on the day she discovered the demise of the sugar girl, scratched the sky wide open with one slice of her stainless steel clawhand. out of the gash bled drops of blue sky which she collected in a bucket that the boys of robin hill use to feed the milking goats. and when the snow falls she will write not in the sky but with the sky, and it will be nothing but curses, threats, and the word freedom inside a circle with a slash going through it. 021216 what's it to you? who go blather from