writing Twinkle twinkle... here we are

[Ferret Girl 2,642]

To search out and explain what could not be understood has always been perhaps my most desired goal in life... however now I am finally faced with that challengs, and I know not what to do.

 

Should I perhaps deviate from my prescribed experimentary procedures and share these things with you? Oh, perhaps I should, shh... keep what you see a secret from all eyes. Noses included...

 

Distracting noises.

What are they to you?

A pitter patter?

Displacement of molecules at a level that should not be heard!?

 

Enter me now, holding an apple. One apple.

You say to me, "Oh jok hiy bon tuios"

And the apple turns black.

Yet it is still an apple.

So I say "ssel eht enon"

Two more apples are placed in my hand.

My apple is still black.

 

Mary mary, quite on this contrary statement.

Why is the apple black?

Why am I suddenly holding a knife in my free hand. Obviously I am deluded, because your shape is not of how it was. I see .. yes, dear lord I SEE! I SEE!

 

And oh how I lay my head down to rest to ponder that which was done. I lost nothing and gained nothing. Learned some thing??? I do not remember... What was I rembering? Why is there A knife in my hand, and why does an apple rest in pieces apon the floor. I know not what has happened, but am drawn to the shadows dancing like buffons apon my wall. I join them.

 

Oh yes, we dance till we dance no more, one with a dissembodied figure of voices, bundled into one. I laugh hopelessly as I fall of the wall, and no shadow catches me. I land apon the apple, but to my dismay, the apple is gone. The apple is now in my hand, and the knife, where the apple should lay. 33 seconds, I counted them all. Till death, did I stop.

 

I remember now, being found by a sinner and a saint, who I might add, were locked in dread fighting. It seems they had saved my poor old soul. Now I ask them to what they do indeed are? How to be in my own unperfect of grammar.

 

The saint is of no tradition, always the unoriginal heretic. The sinner is of education and wit, but lacks the wisdom to show us the way.

 

 

 

 

So, did you find my knowledge to be of use? did the experiments help to better humanity? oh please, oh please... dear me... please.

 

-David Favret