Was It Likely?

here now you can meet some  moon people  and maybe you'll like them and maybe they'll like you best of all time forever amen Cordelia drifts horizontal and swaying, like a beautiful gigantic girl laying down, too drunk to take another shot, or a child whose crying sounds exactly like the squeak of the brand new cradle she's rocking in. her cradle is her long red wings, which, here and there, are marked with little signs and scribblings, the doodles and tags and notations of small beasts and big people who have left their mark on her. if you climb up onto her you can sleep warm and dry on her stomach, sheltered by her big big wings, though 2:6 chance you wake up at the same time as a random encounter who has also been sleeping there.  Presto has just come from somewhere exciting and it's hanging off of them in streamers and sheets of tinsel and sleeping people and ticket rolls and silk curtains. their nose is like an arrow pointed to a far city burning on the horizon; yo...