blather_unreal Norm A past self, long dead, a boy with drunken rage. Stumbling, he found a place unreal, a blue fog of words. These words floated, swirling, each one reached the ends of this place, the smallest word could stretch across to every end of an endless abyss. An abyss where words strewn together became the thoughts of people who didn't exist, belonging only to a made up name. An abyss where words were not only lost but also found. Soon he too didn't exist and gave his words to the abyss, his words obviously of a boy. The boy came and left, as his words sank and rose and became occasionally more profound. Then in a much more real place the boy passed on... and died a thousand times. From a sinking boy, who walked a path unaware, finally rose a man. Who put away his drunken rage but kept the rage and held it. He died again a thousand times and still dies today, still dying. And lives in two places; in a tiny, massive abyss with a boy long dead and in a place that's far too real. 050624 what's it to you? who go blather from