- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
i found this on the i love bees site
words. Once, for instance, she sunk her probe into my brain and out leaked the word for "loneliness" in three hundred languages.
The Spider doesn't understand about the Assassin. Spider's just a reflex, a task and a toolset. Doesn't get the bigger picture. I'm nailed to a griddle of sand while some -blam!- is shooting
and this
wax around a candleflame? Losing shape, spilling out, me not me anymore, just ... material again, shaped into another, cruder piece of ordnance. Starship, sailship, rifle ... melting down to a clumsy quartz knife.
But that's life when a weapon is what you are. Not all you are, but the first thing, the most
i have looked in alot of places and i have not found this posted anywhere else