The Dream of The Figurehead & of Flying Unharmed
March 20th, 2007
I had exposed a false figure of power, a false jesus.
He had had a following in his house in the desert. Two blonde twins were his bodyguards. He was a small man, wiry, thin, asian. I had once felt affection for him. After I saw him brought low, I felt stupid, sullied, I felt like a total piece of shit.
Then I flew through the house, flying through windows. I flew up into the gray and tan skies. Smoke was everywhere, and then there were mangroves, and everglades, and the rich smells of the swamps.
Over and over again, I flew through windows, shattering them. I never got hurt. I never got cut.
