this post is for the 7th Language/Place Blog Carnival. it is mama's meditation on the novel she's working on called The Hater's Winter. the novel has a hater & in at least one chapter there's winter. mama may have been huffing things while meditating on her novel. she may not have. she doesn't remember. it was just another monday evening down in the bamas...
oh, & check out the previous Carnivals.
there is too much narrative and it is buzzing
there is too much narrative and it is a-rodeoing
there is too much narrative and a stranger comes to town
when the stranger comes the town rubber bands
when the stranger comes there's an increase in kool-aid & dope fiends
that might be too narrative; that might equator
there are kool-aid & sex fiends in your winter
there is a winter and there is a hater
the hater lives. she lives in the winter. she breathes it in & the winter congeals
the winter tumbles. the winter corpuscles. the winter tongues.
the laws of physics do not apply to some narratives...
especially when there's too many kool-aid strangers
the only equation here was stolen from a blog
when strangers come to blogs there is sex-doping
this only equation has nothing to do
this only equation has nothing to do with narratives or strangers
the winter breathes in the hater and she goes dope-sex carnivaling
she goes doping she goes sexing she leaves you fiending on your couch
you drink kool-aid and you tumble
you drink kool-aid & your tongue's now her hater
it is snowing
it is snowing & there is a stranger
it is snowing & there's a hate in your winter
yours w/ luv,