(Text from around 2006.)
Title: The First Couple
Yes, a ghost, a shadow, a female.
Her child and uterus and home of comfort. Shine better than any hotel with a perfect view of Disney World.
Is it the voice of a screaming muttermund or the innocent purity of female-child just before she has to face the sneer of a society built around her every move and gesture and controlling exactly that?
It could also be the wild spent residue of menstruation used to control the universe.
I lavish in it, like a bath of liquid dusk murk and powdered jasmine.
Oh. Female. You must have been in touch with it at one time or another and just like men they lost that touch.
Adam and Eve were not about creation.
They were about a beginning of life without each other.
They did not leave paradise.
Ever since then the two have been trying to find their way back.
But not to each other.
Is there no end to failing?
It’s all about tricks.
Oh matriarch, please return from your shopping spree as fast as you can and lead us from temptation. Please.
In the mean time, I will speak to Hamlet who is still so confused about the makeup Ophelia wears.
I owe him condoms.
I’ll do my best to set the little prince-prick straight.
One last thought, my dearest prince, I believe that your female more than anything know what’s going on.
That's difference between the now and the earliest then.
So take it like a man, full of no-pride. The spiral is as infinite as the negative-zero. Please keep that in mind. Heed this as a humble warning, if you must. O woman of tricks. The women of earth have learned more from men since that first day. -tgs-