22 April 2010

Submarine Races in the Mare Cerebrum

Conscious and Subconscious are swimming side by side, somewhere in the murk of the Mare Cerebrum. The following exchange occurs:

Conscious: "I don't have to swim faster than all the sharks down here..."
Subconscious: "Really? Why's that?"
Conscious: "...I just have to swim faster than you."
Subconscious: "Bring it, bitch!"

In an adrenaline-fueled burst, the fish take off like scaly missiles, bubbles in their wake. Behind and below, the sharks just bare their rust-tinged teeth, laughing as they, too, accelerate...


  1. Mare Cerebrum ; -)

    And how come Ego isn't in the race?

  2. Bring it, bitch. Ah, Irish, you always bring a smile to my face.

  3. Studies in the last ten years reveal that white sharks often hunt in packs. If there are two in the rear, the real attacker lurks in front or just below... so now I just don't go in the water.


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Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

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