[094]
03/23/2011 03:25 p.m.
scraps:
my brain is full of fluff. kara has been force fed water
from the moment she was born and now, eighteen
years later, has a belly distended and heavy with
bloat.
she can feel the trickle thing her blood stream and
her brain swells in her skull cavity to fill the cranial
cracks -- it pushes through. her cells gulp for
sodium and become full of empty liquid. constricted,
she falls comatose.
a doctor comes to anoint her with holy water.
the fig trees and the fig wasps are engaged in
peace treaty negotiations.
the trees are trying with some difficulty to regain
lost territory but the fig wasps just keep moving
in and taking up residencies in their fruit.
despite diplomatic attempts by the figs, the wasps
understand only force. the trees begin dropping
their fruit, heavy & laden with larva. the wasps
agree to make concessions.
the major species pus in two directions:
half say that the trees and the wasps should
separate entirely. half know better -- the trees
and the wasps are inextricable economically and
socially.
BUNBUNBUNBUNBUN. que deliciosa.
wasps can grow to the size of walnuts if
cultivated correctly. the Japanese, re:
wasps, have thrown their tradition of
bonsai-fication out the window. instead
they prune and primp them up to
monster sizes.
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