impboy

"what are boundaries, please?"

"imaginary lines on the earth, i suppose. how can you have boundaries if you fly? these ants of yours - and the humans, too - would have to stop fighting in the end, if they took to the air."

class is almost over, and it's time to pretend i'm a plow. ass up over my head and my arms stretched out on either side.

i reap what i sow.

there's a tag on my pants that i can't see, but i know it's there. on one side it reads WHERE I END

and the other: NOW YU BEGIN.

and i can hear your demands: "respect my boundaries."

so what happens when we let it all in? discorporation, death, loss of self. lots of awful things are waiting just outside the gates to rape, pillage, babysit your child for cheap and teach her spanish, too.

that's what you get for being human. you can't be anything else for too long.

raise your hand if you haven't been side-swiped by the "shapeshifter" meme lately. come on. where have you been?

yeah, well, i think that's everybody's desire to experience life outside one's ego for a little while. back when we were children, we did it all the time. playtime, remember? most of us have to have kids to go back to that.

it must be necessary for our continued health to mimick the rest of the world around us. imagine what life is life for a 15th century serf, a shortstop for the brooklyn dodgers or the last passenger pigeon on earth, and it prolongs yours. each one of them knows something you don't.

<<dropping down
<<figeting about
<<all the crumbs on the floor
<<and the dust in the sky

<<that'll be
<<the last of me, he figures.
>>and you can stop watching, thankyouverymuch.
>>you can't rent this room out yet.
>>not just yet.