STYLES OF INTERRUPTION

I was talking about butter raving a bit but then someone stepped in and started talking about fast cars and motor oil and which is the best brand and the best best best shit.

On that particular day I was walking along the side and before I could take the corner ... a green shape overtook all the space in the room and started enunciating the seven sins that his mother had taken on as her life's purpose a sort of bucket list but one she started early ...  and it took my momentum away and though I tried to turn around it was too late I had been infected by the thought of her, a woman I had hardly known until then ...  but of her, rolling around on the carpets.

I thought, a tree can interrupt the sky, that’s plain, it could chip in to the blueblue, away … but often with my chisels I can cut only both a hole and a puppet that dances on strings woven from my hair, that does a little gig. The tiny one can emerge fully formed, a mini wood. But every so often a big tree in bad weather can land on top of you or on your leg and then the chisel in the wardrobe is useless, you cannot get it out after the party or hope you can last that long. There is often a long slow wait for it to grow again. To grow up and the becoming canticle of slow slow and becoming is more and more annoying.

But, then suddenly he said something of consequence. And she said something else. Out loud. And then she said it over and over again. It was something the shape of a declaring of an asking for what she was, for the shape of it … if it was a possible. Her thought formed as a declaration first but it only barely covered a question and that bridged a rather large gap the size of a very extreme emptiness … It had moved up as to make its way forward from far behind and then on the way out, paused … and shifted into aspects that were thin and pale and translucent … as one thinks of, of one thought of many phrases presupposing some means in terms that precipitated her… and then these in herself became mauve and then contested … in themselves.

I’m not sure when it began 3 probably. That sounds right. I like the number three. And there were 2 of them I think, maybe 4 no 3. See 3 again … told youuu.  Hmm not that much happened. It was a pretty ordinary pace and as I said I wasn’t very interested. He said something that’s for sure. It wasn’t big … but you know the big impact thing … well, it sorta happened. And then it sorta went flat.