what claire said in the testimonial below this one except that gyan finds what i keep in my pocket vulgar not irresistable. none the less i will try to tempt her back to nyc by offering up my first born child as a blood sacrifice and perhaps i will throw in a brightly colored object or two to seal the deal.... xo
sometimes gyan goes away and a thundercloud passes over me and i wait patiently because i know she will come back because i keep things in my pocket for her that she can't resist.
come back gyan, come back.
gyan is the kind of person who hides from the
world on her birthday, afraid that the
numerologists will figure out that she is the
choosen one. well, it doesn't take a numerologist
little sea monkey. i have my calculator right here!
ha!
we keep her in a cage, with taut, taut yellow
velvet ribbons around her tiny itty bitty feet. it has
been this way for years. she gnashes the ribbons
with her horrible, horrible pointy teeth. sometimes,
when we can, we gaze at her for hours, just
watching her prowl, back and forth, back and
forth. what a magnificent beast she is, he says,
maybe one day we could let her go. never, i have
to answer each time. we will never let her go. he
is foolish to imagine. he knows it is foolish to
wish such a thing. a beast like this, so terrifying,
so tiny, so strange and wild. the world would
never be the same if gyan were free. thank god
for those ribbons, we both murmur, thank god.
come back gyan, come back.
world on her birthday, afraid that the
numerologists will figure out that she is the
choosen one. well, it doesn't take a numerologist
little sea monkey. i have my calculator right here!
ha!
velvet ribbons around her tiny itty bitty feet. it has
been this way for years. she gnashes the ribbons
with her horrible, horrible pointy teeth. sometimes,
when we can, we gaze at her for hours, just
watching her prowl, back and forth, back and
forth. what a magnificent beast she is, he says,
maybe one day we could let her go. never, i have
to answer each time. we will never let her go. he
is foolish to imagine. he knows it is foolish to
wish such a thing. a beast like this, so terrifying,
so tiny, so strange and wild. the world would
never be the same if gyan were free. thank god
for those ribbons, we both murmur, thank god.