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Okay, maybe we're all being a bit too mean to Oddman by feeding him lies. I'll share a little bit of genuine biographical information, because it's really difficult to discuss things on messageboards like this without it, isn't it?
Where to start: I was born on a night when midnight rose from its dark fire and swallowed up the moon, its lips sliding across the lunar surface as they would the silver curvature of a teaspoon until there was only the crimson shadow of the elder creature's gullet. Standing in shadows glowing black like the undersides of blankets strung over beds and bodies in northern cabins, the plants around me ashen, still, leaves craning skyward in awestruck alarm, the nocturnal sounds of the sprawl were struck dead from the air and I watched the frigid, cosmic feast in absolute silence.
I say born, of course, in the sense of an awakening, a stirring of something deep within me that had yet to be fathomed, that had yet to draw its hands across my heart and mind, to find secret entrances for whose existence I was completely unprepared for, to pull open the gates and loose upon my being a million different shades to which I had been blind. I was in fact born some twenty years before that in a hospital on the shores of a suburb whose name has now ceased to be. This time I did not scream until much later, too absorbed in watching a stranger's glowing face recede from a world smelling of Norway Maple and the damp carpeting of last year's fall. Months and years later I would cry and crumble in fetal devastation, but for now I was a shivering witness, dumb in the mid-ground of a stand of broad-leafed invaders, watching the silver whorl's slow ingestion. |
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