Aug. 18th, 2010

wheelieterp: The back of me, sitting in my wheelchair, hands in the air, rolling down a hill. Black and white (roll on)
I hobble around the house on crutches or just holding onto the wall a lot.... Sylvie, the demonic little tail-less fur spud, thinks this is great fun... She stalks me and leaps at my legs, swatting them... Mind you, I am 250 plus pounds of towering, teetering, crushing doom, but she is fearless.... She has this look... I couldn't explain it for the longest time until I happened to look down tonight, just as her pounce made contact with my calf and she feigned in for the throat-crushing bite...It's a split second. So brief, I can't even swear she makes contact...

But I see it in her eyes....

I'm the fucking wounded Gazelle on the African Savannah....

Never mind that she's a fellow Crip... There is no solidarity on the Savannah... Nor, apparently, in the living room.
wheelieterp: Head shot of me: black and white. Shaved head. Black, full goatee. Big toothy smile. (Default)
In some writing I am doing, I just found myself going off on a 400 word tangent about the semantic difference between calling something a "modality of dynamics" and calling it a "system of change."

*Highlight.. Delete*

Really, Bug. Settle down.



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