appearance_of_love lycanthrope apperances can be relieving, just for something to have a stable appearance, to not come from nothing and return to nothing like love and hate do; held in different faces and places, and hidden approaches coming from nothing! like a boy to a girl or a girl to a boy - (because there is an undifferentiated heart from some first lizard who didn't prefer boy or girl but had just hunger) - "what are you looking at" the question always hopeful on a lark buying lotto tickets the answer always "nothing" but the attentive know it could be a tunnel they're looking into and they could see their new hate or love for you approaching and it will appear in their face, a twist, an upturn instantly recognizeable and yet always novel - love or hate their lizard heart fights yours - the first primal love affair, the only differentiation: survive or perish, accept or shunt, hate even that which is generally you, if it is not exactly you. And we hide our eventual plans in the nothingness - to start off most is already hidden, from us as well. and love just as suddenly, so that even the expected love of tired, we've had dinner there already couples, can when paid close attention to, be seen as merciful by either of them, merciful and unlikely, and dangerous. You go on and on and love that which lets your dangerous hinging Janus face approach - with his/her own jaws lax, succor eyes (bodies merge like wet mud into the cornerstone gamble of a city, an empire a million hate love hands lighting up like savage las vegas, and no one ever wins forever) 040503 ... Syrope love_heals_the_wounds_it_makes 040503 ... birdmad like the surface tension on a still pond it_all_falls_apart_at_first_touch 040504 ... past a shell brought to the shore, opening slowly, painfully, when its pearl sees the sky she'll leave him alone, lost. love hates the bound of the shell, but honours his sacrifice with her restless passage within his mouth. coming to the shore, appearing in a moment, and bursting, brilliantly, into the grey night. taking flight like so many wishies released by a sea of dandelions. 080201 what's it to you? who go blather from