Thursday, August 24, 2017
My uncle wore a cardigan with a slogan on it embroidered in diamonties. The slogan was so profane that my eyes would not allow the information to be sent through to my brain, my eyes would see it and say, "Sorry, no dice", and send it right back through the refracted light airways. My uncle seemed a little miffed that I was not reacting to his offensive cardigan and he was always waggling it's puffy sleeves in front of me and then storming off in a huff. During of of these huffs he stormed right off a cliff and died. Later, I read in the newspaper about the cardigan his corpse had been found wearing and only then was I able to understand what his strange attitude toward me had been all about.
Thursday, August 10, 2017
A cat sits in the sunshine getting it's cat batteries juiced up with solar sunshine. The sun shines so bright that the batteries get overfull and start to throb and glow radioactive green inside the cat. Bright light shoots from it's eyes and it's meow is so deep that it cracks the concrete for three streets over, while also being so high that all the neighbourhood dogs are driven into tail chasing madness. It is truly a full spectrum, high fidelity meow. The cat levitates and prepares to wreak destruction on the town. but then it changes it's mind and curls back up on the back. This will be a powerful sleep.
Wednesday, August 9, 2017
The neon flamingo on my bedside table unhatched itself from it's stand and went walking along my floor looking for neon fish. There were no neon fish to be found so it fell to the floor crying neon tears. I was moved by it's plight and went to order some neon fish from the same place I ordered the neon flamingo. Maybe I would also order it a neon toucan to keep it company. Flamingos and toucans get on, right? I was filling up my cart and then I realised it would take a couple days for more neon to arrive and in the meantime this neon flamingo would be here crying on my floor and I just couldn't deal with that. "Alright", I said to the flamingo, "I'm gonna go out and buy you some neon fish right now, don't freak out and break yourself while i'm gone."
Monday, August 7, 2017
The air being pushed out of a saxophone bell causes a ripple in everything that makes tiny incremental changes to the world. Sparks get sparkier and movements get slightly wider and the falling down is slightly arrested and waves hold at their peak just for a microsecond longer and someone in a hot air balloon staring down at the world thinking about their whole life and everybody else's feels the ripple come up and pass through them and swirl into the fire that keeps the hot air balloon floating.
Friday, August 4, 2017
I stood beneath a weeping willow tree, it's tears came in great globs all over my face as I stared up, trying to figure out what I could do or say to comfort it. It wailed in great breathy heaving sighs, seemingly inconsolable. I patted it's trunk gently, asked if it would like some tea, tried to fix my gaze in a visage of kindness and understanding. Slowly it's cries subsided and it put a branch gingerly around my shoulder, inviting me in. I hugged the willow tree as tight as I could and tried to get as much empathy transfer in the embrace as I could.
Thursday, August 3, 2017
I floated on a log downstream. I was a beaver. I knew this log was the only thing keeping me afloat but I also wanted to eat the log. I started to nibble at it and my beaver mother slapped me on the back of the head. She glared at me and handed over a bag of log shaped candies. I frowned and sat there chewing on them. It just wasn't the same. I couldn't wait to move out of log and have my own log and eat my log and drown myself as I pleased.
Wednesday, August 2, 2017
I was drip fed liquid nitrogen in my hospital bed, it made my veins silver and frozen and alive. My skin took on a purple silver hue and my eyes a brilliant emerald green. When I had been wholly infused, I stepped out of my hospital bed and floated down the corridor. My breath was visible and everything it touched was frozen hard and cracked. I passed directly though the wall and floated above the freeway. The twinkling lights and the honking horns rippled through me. I blinked rapidly and my eyes changed colour with each blink. I felt right on the edge of ultimate control and complete loss of control.