Once upon a time somebody didn’t scream (when they should have) and this set them down the long twisting road to becoming one of the screamless.
You must understand there are screamless who still dream then there are screamless undreaming they are the living damned the screamless undreaming.
To begin again: Once upon a time there was a boy who didn’t scream and everything he didn’t scream went somewhere else we don’t know where the boy would have liked to follow the screams to wherever it is they went also (we assume) where the other unspecified bits of boy went to form a sclerotic golem a creature near to beingness born from forgotten with a limited vocabulary
i so stupid
i so dumb
i so blind
i so deaf
i wonder why
ill conceived this golem and these screams being somewhere else the boy not knowing where without screams the boy became words in the land of dreaming it was dreaming all the time and all the dreaming became all the boy ever wanted to be all the words in all the dreaming all the time desired to become stories Let me tell you about me telling you that was the secret voice of the stories talked and talked Let me tell you about me telling you words born in all dreaming all the time never die
To begin one last time: A screamless boy wondered what happened to all my screams where did they go and what of the golem made from displaced bits of me maybe through all dreaming i can find those screams and place them back inside my mouths and stuff them deep down into my lungs and scream them into lives they have never known maybe the vagabond golem can find its place among other forgotten golems and its limited vocabulary of i so stupid i so dumb i so blind i so deaf i wonder why could be expanded to include a novel term i so blessed maybe these words could make all the difference in the world yes maybe