Ytselta

Initially, one might think that they were rays of light. The way they did whatever they pleased, and looked like lightning, only softer. And the way they brought meaning to the bottom of a skateboard, which has all the intentions painted right there to see. It was almost foregone, the conclusion that they were light rays. But they were actually eyes. And they held in them the sort of things that you forget until a dream happens and then it's back in the bank, wiggly and alive and all excited. And you wonder 'what'?
And how strange it must be to die. And how strange is it to be alive, anyhow? Will we get more out of this if we stay up late and eat at the all night diner, or else see the rising sun in a joggin' suit? Because if you do both, you might slip into the realm of CaZIko, and then where will you end up? For Hashmodar will not always support your feet, and Thrond will eventually let you stumble and fall. There is dust on the moon, I am told by myself. Dust to dust, moon to earth. Ad infitininimuinimum.