the nines

A darn familiar type is examined, and you think maybe some coffee would help you believe it — or try to imagine that guy and his crowd . . . .

You love Jimmy Page and see another reason why . . . .

Since you’ve loved Frank since high school, you like Dweezil . . . .

You never didn’t love Merle. He wrote a book . . . .

OMG, hours and more coffee have passed. Are you awake yet?

Trying to relate with the renders/renderers is terrifying stuff. Hellish. Gotta try not to invest too heavily in the pretty moments, the ones that have rounded up some of your fondest hopes and let you rest there in them long enough.

Not only must you face the rendering all around you, you must recognize the real from the render and BE that . . . even though it makes relating even harder. Poking renders feels threatening to others. They will try to make you get back in their render, and to comply with their rules for your render. When they finally realize they cannot, they feel naked and hopeless and they do NOT like you anymore.

No matter how much you love them.