... would you buy it? I'm writing a book about a crazy boy (yes, based on myself) & his family and wonder if you read this excerpt would you think it interesting enough to read?
The Sound of Blue
In my dream I saw the Cosmic Windmill on the churning,
writhing event horizon of Celestial Atrophy; the son and
daughter, wife, husband and lover of Quantum Entropy, upon
his brow the infinite void and his teeth the skulls of the
angels spinning, spinning the onyx blades of the mighty mill slicing through the fractal parayers and
screams of a stillborn god, his futures and her pasts.
The moment, then, our time; this world and all
actuality streamed from the mighty blades in a freeze
frame elongating into an endless blur devoid of all
sound, colour, dimension, form and subtance. The
past, present and futures of this revolution, all one
moment, no moment, everything, no thing, everlong and never.
I awoke in semi-darkness to the sound of thunder. The
interweaving rivulets of rain slithering down my
window cast strange shadows on my walls which seemed
to dance and twirl like electric goblins and splashing
ghost babies wiggling, singing and cartwheeling for
me, for you, everlong in blue.
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