Ok. So I finished "Pissville" as a creaking, wobbly, literary exercise. This world of Hades, as a continuation of our own is interesting to me. The idea that life continues is comforting to me on some level. The idea of Heaven is terrifying in its' stark alien unity and purity. Just like the character,Maggie thought, the idea of being united with God in a timeless mass of love etc. is almost as scary as going to Hell. At least in Hell, you are still YOU. In Heaven, you become irreducible. There is no longer anything remaining.
Here is a rhyming poem. It's totally fuckin' retarded cuz it rhymes. The count is off too.
VULCAN'S DAUGHTER
Her hands are small and strong
They grasp the hammer's handle.
From dawn to dusk she weaves her song
with her bellows and her anvil.
Sparks fly about her coiled locks.
Her eyes reflect the fire.
Her shiny skin covers smooth rocks
of muscle and veins that flow like wires.
Some men look to fame and gold,
to steer them to their bliss,
but those are far to frail and cold
to one who's known her molten kiss.
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