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• Novel at present 16000 + words
• Below one of the Sections am Presently Working on
• Changes Weekly ?

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Liberation and Terror

Sweet sea of nothingness. Releases LuLu from importance of time.

And then schemes, as a victim of sprawl. LuLu at the Mall. Searching through the racks.

Heart dipslides into raves at a distance, riddling with enchantment.

Enchantments appear suddenly as prelude to vivid abstractions. Like what they do in electron mapping, tracking signs, or chasing double negatives.

Logic expanding, essence of moment into a hologram on skin of futurization, or lapses into tragic ? Tragedy creates unfathomable motivation –

For a new set of threads…

Shuffling in and out of dressing rooms. The big try on.

As if to get away get away from yesterday. Mirror hopping while shopping.

Easy easy, tooling around, breathless and matter of fact, makes her think of ages of man, death versus ugliness, sidewinding through as a body at surface, indulging half in half out with habit and movement, existence blends into existence.

In her heart a vortex of beauty and its reprobate, gloom. Gloom rises like a stray cat.

Delusions of meaning, trail after the transcendent, Sea of Negative, Sea of Negative… Negative is imaginary… Spontaneous generation-slash-annihilation. Tragedy punches back… to live beyond its dreams…

Every fourth dimension leads to oblivion…!

Oblivion. Occurs for LuLu as an entry, starts lapsing with architects of divine, allures of places where releases – A profound taste for the impossible, as a grace searching for a soul, and finding sorrows’ hellraisers?

A burst of desire slides up like a mooring and sparks, touches off out beyond time to negative space, fill that hole! With jaws and flaws of beautiful outlaws. The tyrannical gravity of desire and tragedy.

Clothes — can address fate as wistful scrimmage with notions of a fabulous reality, reeling with implications, pleading for life –

Trickster gods, stealing from other gods…Gods are their body parts.

The transriverene and the absurdly serene. License to love, demonizing galore a wretched compulsion for finding beauty in its insurrection – and lingering baffling with its mischief, and terror. Sweet lurch victim of pleasing eternity —

Pants – found in Mens, in the back, second floor up, sale racks.

Dark gloomy pink wool like blend, med weight welt tuck pockets on the back. Front with side slash pockets and an inner coin. Not too long.

Slight stretch in fabric. Half price plus another 20 percent off. SOLD.

Leave now, drive.