Friday, Sept. 25, 2009 - 10:16 a.m.
This is Your Pilot Speaking ***************************** Every September around this time there appears out of nowhere a silent swarm of tiny tiny tiny gnats attracted to the warm bright glare of my studio desk lamp shining brightly into the murky darkness of out thereism I am up late alone and so are they in congress the cloud of them somehow filters through the window and gets inside the room inside and boils over mid air in furious silence as a supernatural ball of teeming conscious life The sphere of gnats floats towards to the light and happily, wildly, in obvious delight fly at each other ever inwards respectfully, delicately again and again and again and again moshing all the way hundreds of tiny united gnat couples fall down out of formation and onto my desk, or drawing or book or piece of toast to finish off their primal yum spasms to a joyful conclusion and, still in divine joyful unity crawl off to some tiny dark crevice to I dunno... exchange email addresses give each other neck rubs for an hour after midnight its a micro dot flying disco casino rave in here that has probably been going on for millions of Septembers' probably long before there even were Septembers to count by likely long before the world was broken up into seasons while the rhythm of day & night was still a fresh idea in this world
Beneath the warm glare of my lamp I can see dozens of gnat couples loving each other tenderly perched on pencils' humping on my camera recharger getting down on a glue stick answering a booty call on a DVD sleeve love love love they indeed love each other and are very much delighted in the close company of other gnats but lets face it- only a gnat can love a gnat the magic stops at the species line menace me with your flying lust Luffwaffe boink on pinprick sized Moms & Dads of tomorrow boink on keepers of the gnat faith boink on tender lovers of the night deeply emeshed in their private romances hearts full of appreciation and dreams as I like to imagine I am when my flight is cleared for take off Boink on- boink on- boink on - I return to my desk this morning & see littered on the desktop the corpses of 1000 dead gnats' many still co axiled together having left this life in a wave of brave affection unzipped from their earthy bodies so that their worthy gnat souls could enter heaven at dawn having tasted love & honour in the glory of the light from a single lightbulb
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