What you should've done but couldn't

[Sepia]

We are the frayed men, broken bone in bleak landscapes where dry grass is like glass under our feet as we walk past the mesas and into the heart of it, the heart of the older gods and their sons and daughters, their da vincis and bathorys left here in the fields in the feeble gallows, whistling in the wind as you turn to pendulums, marking something with your movements and it seems orchestrated, it seems like something more is seeping in here from a different world, this is a soft place, where the walls are soft

We touch them as we peak and they feel so rough and alive or so soft and cuddly but we end up playing with water, feeling it, seeing it as the droplets die so we shan't smell and we go far, we go deeper, our love tunneling and propelling us further and every touch is a touch of bliss and every vision, every word every bite peaks us further from what we were and towards what we should do and we glimpse it, we see it before everything turns bad

Change, they'll ask for it and it will come, not by polls or decisions, it'll just come when it is time, the fruition of the idea, the illusion of orchestration, the veil of conspiracy being torn, misunderstood for something of importance but only the pond of Narcissus, and not himself, his honey-pot forever creeping with changelings, those who got their fifteen minutes and have now been changed, by voodoo, black magic or science into the insect-slaves of Narcissus, forever roaming hospitals, preying on those who are weak in body but rich in talent, gifted

The midwives let them roam as the midwives themselves roam the corridors, endless white halls filled with the secrets of death and life but seen as a checklist but it's ok, they're old and tired and shouldn't be here anymore, even their glamours are aging and the age of fairies is over and all that remains from it turns to dust before it turns to oblivion, to be forgotten- to be remembered once more

To think of time, to reflect upon its nature and your entanglement with it, the nature of the beast is found inside it, coventry is in there somewhere and time is the question that needn't be asked, time is the grand guignol

We should have

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

I always love your rants/essays, but the lack of punctuation leaves me feeling like I must have missed something along the way, or that I wasn't reading it right. I assume it's all intentional?

[Sepia]

It is. It reads more like train of thought/stream of consciousness which is handy and I think it was readership approved/encouraged/invented at a time and I just went with it and it fits. Some that have read it are a little freaked out by reading it without knowing why and I find that kinda funny. As long as it's readable

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

May I use this in one of my books, and how do you prefer your by-line (if any)?

[Sepia]

It can't be involved in something that concerns money of any kind, non-alterable and just quote me by screenname

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

lol, I doubt this project ever sees more than one printing at home

I'll post an image of the layout for your approval when I'm happy with it. Feel free to tell me off if I accidentally murdered it.

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

http://img802.imageshack.us/img802/6439/weshouldhave.jpg

That went a lot faster than expected!

[Sepia]

Credit to be moved to the end of the text and "We should have" to have the same size as the rest of the text please

[Q. G. Pennyworth]

like so?
http://img42.imageshack.us/img42/6439/weshouldhave.jpg