[--------------------------------------------------------------------------] ooooo ooooo .oooooo. oooooooooooo HOE E'ZINE RELEASE #701 `888' `888' d8P' `Y8b `888' `8 888 888 888 888 888 "Secret Coordinate" 888ooooo888 888 888 888oooo8 888 888 888 888 888 " by Isaac 888 888 `88b d88' 888 o 5/9/99 o888o o888o `Y8bood8P' o888ooooood8 [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] He is on a bus. The sky dimbs and is grey-blue. The universe is grey-blue and cold. He sits next to something on a seat facing the oppisit way the bus is going. The something is she. She is covered by a grey old blanket. He is covered with a light grey whool coat with a hood. She holds a pen and runs it over his coat starting at his hood. It is a gentle prodding. This simple action seems very nature as if he already saw it happen seconds before it had. He flows with the stream now. Turns his attention to her without moving his head. He trys ineptly to embrace her and sumbit to her, to show her he is now hers. He loves her. As time passes the connect between the two grows stale. He feels as if he holds a lifeless thing. She falls away from him. He tells himself the only thing that can help this situation is non-action. He lets all things flow into place now. He sits as he did before. She holds a pen and runs it over his coat starting at his hood. It is a gentle prodding. The simple joy he once knew returns. It stops though. She becomes non-action. He talks to her now. he, "Lie see comma" she says much in reply but there is no words he, "you" she, "do in place, something not to be told" She is the machine now. She is the intellectual. She is the commander, the master. She is soft and below in a dark place. A dark place that is very noble. He can not understand her words. He trys very hard. he, "repeat" she, "do in place, something not to be told" he thinks he understands now he, "I love you!" she, "bleh" She tells him he must go a certian coordinate and shows him her electronic interface. It is attached to her. He seems to know what he must do. He presses some arrow buttons. A trailing thought is that all is lost because he does not keep up with her orders or does not hear her. he thinks, "my love tests me to the extreme, perhaps she is old and tired and wishes for me to fail and thus die so that she herself may rest. She sees what I do not. She sees that something is wrong and must not live on. I want to die with her." [--------------------------------------------------------------------------] [ (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! HOE #701 - WRITTEN BY: ISAAC - 7/1/99 ]