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| + | Caribou Bust. Species, Reindeer (''Rangifer tarandus''), also known as the caribou when wild in North America, is an Arctic and Subarctic-dwelling deer, widespread and numerous across the northern Holarctic. | ||
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| + | Our caribou stares down at us. Its glassy eyes speak to us of the Unspeakable. Or perhaps the openness of the eyes signifies a commensurate lack of activity behind the eyes. It is quite possible that there is absolutely nothing occurring behind the eyes. The eyes are glass. The skull has been bisected. there is nothing but plaster there. Plaster, skin and glue. Can it be that is the stuff that we are all made of, in the final analysis? | ||
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| + | No. We it can't be so dismal. Maybe its the mood we are in. | ||
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| + | We take satisfaction from the thought that you might, someday, ask that you answer this question of yourselves. Someday. We don't want to rush you. | ||
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| + | [[category:Dusty Things]] | ||
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| + | [[category:Oxidization]] | ||
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| + | [[category:Things the Boyfriend made his Partner Get Rid Of]] | ||
Latest revision as of 17:07, 15 May 2009
Caribou Bust. Species, Reindeer (Rangifer tarandus), also known as the caribou when wild in North America, is an Arctic and Subarctic-dwelling deer, widespread and numerous across the northern Holarctic.
Overview
Our caribou stares down at us. Its glassy eyes speak to us of the Unspeakable. Or perhaps the openness of the eyes signifies a commensurate lack of activity behind the eyes. It is quite possible that there is absolutely nothing occurring behind the eyes. The eyes are glass. The skull has been bisected. there is nothing but plaster there. Plaster, skin and glue. Can it be that is the stuff that we are all made of, in the final analysis?
No. We it can't be so dismal. Maybe its the mood we are in.
We take satisfaction from the thought that you might, someday, ask that you answer this question of yourselves. Someday. We don't want to rush you.
