Nonsense! 1.0

These are the weird little things that occurred to me during my late night paid binges of fluorescent light, that give me pause mid-task to jot down in my little notebook these squiggles, making me wonder if there is such a bar defining normalcy, whether I would frighten some people I knew if they read this.

The ride was called The Psychedelic Swirl and upon its completion he stepped off and remarked dizzily to his companion, “What a revolution!”

He dressed it up in his mind as something ephermal and transitional in nature, and accorded the respect due to such a state of mind.

“Life’s all about moving up the rung.”
“So what was there before ladders were invented?”

The laws of reality are being rewritten as we breathe, a monotone voice says as green-spectacled leprechauns caper around the fairy circles that blotch the White House lawn like ringworm infestations, Secret Service agents targeting with laser scopes the little green men, laughing to each other and going, “Oh! This is better than target practice in Afghanistan,” where they shot dark-skinned youths in loincloths who sprang from the smoke-bombed cave harems to run across the hot dust, a flurry of red dots converging on body parts.

Her crotch consolidated in the vulpine geometry of a fox’s head, its eyes glittering of fallopian secrets, its pink tongue slightly revealed under sharp teeth. Her toes fluttering like intoxicated moths, wafted in the light. The fox grin yawned and he fell into its pink gnashing kiss.

The CITRUS VIRUS, it soured out its victims until they become unapproachable by most members of society, including close friends and family, and gradually sink into a depression, to culminate in a wasting away disease, often anorexia, or a suicide, in which they take their lives in a befuddled state. What happened to me, how did I get here?

I am being written, she tells him. I don’t understand the language, the vocabulary; I lack the context, but I know I am being told, my purpose spirited from—wait… listen! She cocks her head and searches for the narrative that runs through her mind always. You’re mad, he says. Mad! She looks at him with a sad smile. If I go mad, it is because I am made to go mad.

A nervous state of mind, in which I translate contact with individuals in terms of a reverse temporal current: angry men, vapid women, sallow faces, hard lines and laugh wrinkles, plump tendencies and corpse sentimentality, there are all kinds of people, and gazing upon them, I cannot help but try and see them when they were young, unblemished by the joys and agonies of Experience… their skulls shrink, decalcify under their tautening flesh, wrinkles regressing with small shudders until what remains is a child’s small frame draped with oversized clothing, the weight of the world that grows with each succeeding year bursting from their shoulders in a bitter vapor, leaving behind innocent eyes that glitter with the exultant anticipation of Experience. Their smiles grow, crack to reveal gapped teeth, goofy and true to human nature… then there are these sad, tired eyes that quickly break contact with mine to desultorily stalk the ground. Sour sweat taints their wake as they pass me by.

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One response to “Nonsense! 1.0

  1. So, I’m glad to have some new things of yours to read…I really like this entry.

    The fox section is so much better than most anything I’ve read about the same

    The citrus virus “what happened to me, how did I get here.” that’s just exactly the thought

    I am being written…I just nodded and nodded right along to

    “until what remains is a child’s small frame draped with oversized clothing, the weight of the world that grows with each succeeding year bursting from their shoulders in a bitter vapor, leaving behind innocent eyes that glitter with the exultant anticipation of Experience. Their smiles grow, crack to reveal gapped teeth, goofy and true to human nature…” I just love this, imagining the people returning to the hope and lightness of innocence…also made me think a little of the movie coming out “the curios case of benjamin button” I read the story by F Scott Fitzgerald a year or two ago…but different, obviously…anyways, I enjoyed this whole thing 🙂

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