a numbing lassitude creeping

A Numbing Lassitude Creeping

The awe which had kept her tongue reverent and her manner humble

was not a commission to get and he was not there to get it; he was

full of mutterings, warnings. The artist’s life is strewn with traps. Beware.

The sperm-like creature splashes into the liquid of the puddle, sinking

the first thing we know, my creditors - well, you know what'll happen

because in the fall he was to depart on a long journey, a world tour of

God knows what. Prancing around like a woman, for all I know

standing behind the dining room table. There is a large pipe just

at home and at peace nowhere but in the kitchen. The family

did not notice him any longer. He was safe; his place at that table

means that we cannot speak in essential terms of nature—neither of its

metal pieces open, like stage curtains opening

upon the occasion mentioned; that he was close

would probably have no legal validity whatever. But

based on what he was able to gather deductively,

he looks very troubled. A wind blows through.