one time i had a dream that caulkin manor, our
family house back in england, burned down, the family lost its porcelain, all
the money was gone, and uncle cuthred had to join the regiment and go out to
india -all because i had a concussion.
other things went wrong too.
a bump on the head does terrible things. it makes
brain waves go screwy. it effects the affects. it makes repetition desirable. it makes scattered signals and mechanical
leaps. it causes harsh tones and automatic beeps. it makes you dream of
descending color and puts spirals around your temples in the morning. a bump on
the head will knock you into the future - if you had it in the last century.
i travelled through the tunnel of injury. i went down through the tube of doom. i stood at the gate of folding when the
world was unfolding. it was witnessed how the terrible scheme with the agendas
of the ancients - now all dead, alas! hélas!- in their angry metal tanks and
leather straps and wooden trousers, sought to conceal and steal. how they
contorted the time into grammar, while i lingered in the place outside of
custom and localized verbalizations. how they each other forced, with inkblots
and hard paper, to become the twisted victims of calcified anger and mangled
flesh.
it popped, popped, popped with insect intensity
and diligent swirling. it carved out immovable verse when bending phrases were
necessary. all was definite. all was active voice. all was crushed out of
consonance with a desire for clarity. whatever ms. gorgonova did declare they
obeyed, and preyed, and crept away. conduits and head games. thrashing switches
and chemicals. the offertory coffin box. the pine cones oozing with imperceptible
sap.
and you must make sounds. and these sounds must
agree with what we have deemed and deigned to permit. or we will slaughter out
your guts and your intestines will become our victims. we will reduce your mind
to cheese through the sacred loops of witchdoctery.
and crack, crack, crack, it cost uncle cuthred
a fortune because of the snap, and the family ended up in America where he met
up with them in albany after being in india.
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