a moment

What is done in light comes to darkness, and that done in darkness comes to light. Much like life. In the beginning we exist as only possibilities, but we exist. As a moment waiting to happen .. an event with pending remembrance. And the existence of the giver of semen, and its walking nuturer becomes more purposeful. And their meaning multiplies, as so the disbursement and implantation of their seed; into stages of life, trimesters of growth. And that life leaves the darkness from which it grew competent to bear light. And it breathes, and sees .. and understands and learns to think for itself. It begins to walk taking with it knowledge and concepts understood and those undefined by its brief encounters with light. It begins to speak, and disperses its seeds of experience as fact .. And opinions are formed of its source by another possibility of life, who has become an event .. and it continues ...

Combien ways in et out are there? Let us see, and in an instance .. There is artificial insemination, adoption, maternal birth .. but the only way into the world is from the womb. power. How many ways are there to die besides at birth. And I'm glad je didn't, and je don't want to. je happy je jes grew .. and je ne sais pas mal if my semen giver and egg incubator thought about me in this way when they were putting me in there ..
and in this instance I slid my slide back on .. I didn't kill the roach, but it ran back across the dashboard, and down in the vents with the others. And now there are roach guts on the windshield of this raunchy ass voiture cause somebody came out .. Chevrolet of a city about 22 miles west of here put me in a loaner car with fucking roaches .. nymphos .. je took it back, the Fonze-Haired man sprayed it, that was three weeks ago and they ass still running around cause they keep doing it. I waited nine months for this .. this discomfort south of mauvais with these fucking roaches babies and them, this consciousness .. this dispersement of tergum on windshields and glia cells, cause the dead are conscious of nothing at all .. but the living are conscious they will die, because that is what we live to do .. and another one just crawled beside my elbow leaning on the console in a hurry, like I was in its way .. it's in a hurry to die..
.and this is a moment living