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Figment

by Dovina

Member since 2004 · Posted 14 Oct 2005 · 8 comments

In my hand, a letter The paper, smooth I fold it, unfold This letter exists Yet my hand is empty

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[n/a] ALChemy 15-Oct-05/5:10 AM Reply
I see the idea now but when I first read it, it sounded like an amateur magician.
[n/a] Dovina › ALChemy 15-Oct-05/12:03 PM Reply
I’m an amateur magician. Just ask zodiac. He’s seen my magic a dozen times over, and never has figured out how I do it. All he can say is “Ha.”
[9] zodiac › Dovina 17-Oct-05/1:09 AM Reply
Dovina's magic -

CROWD: You're not levitating. You're just standing there.
DOVINA: Blaaaaat.
[n/a] Dovina › zodiac 17-Oct-05/4:57 PM Reply
Dovina's magic -

CROWD: You're not levitating. You're just standing there.
DOVINA: It's all in having faith like a mustard seed. Everyone levitates. The trick is in doing an unordinary thing. Blaaaat.
[9] zodiac › Dovina 18-Oct-05/4:34 AM Reply
Ha. I just remembered why I still love you, after everything.
[9] zodiac 15-Oct-05/5:51 AM Reply
Ha.
[9] INTRANSIT 18-Oct-05/3:48 PM Reply
A little thin but I get it. kinda.
[n/a] Dovina › INTRANSIT 18-Oct-05/3:51 PM Reply
I suppose you'd have to hold this letter, feeling its brutal impact, to see it as totally there and totally nonexistant at the same time.