Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Running up a hill, i felt the grass between my toes and the dew sluicing all over top of my feet and i wanted to stop and luxuriate in the feeling and lay on my back and feel that grass with my hands and face and feel the sun beating down on me, but i needed to get to the top to make sure that the ice cream cake wasn't melting
Monday, November 9, 2015
I was driving a jaguar car, and a a jaguar pulled up beside me driving a Datsun Bluebird. The tiger had it's arm out the window and black sunglasses on. It looked across at me in my jaguar car, pulled it's sunglasses down a little and gave me this look, and then speeded away, and I felt a lot less cool about driving my jaguar car. So I got out and left it in the middle of the road and walked away, with people behind me yelling and honking. I needed to go get an ice cream cone and think about my life.
Thursday, November 5, 2015
Drifting through the air is a smell that seems like a mixture of roast chicken and fennel and it takes on the phantasmagoric image of a roast chicken, and you can see this ghostly roast chicken floating through the neighbourhood, bobbing up and down a little. Everybody is happy to see and smell the roast chicken go past and it has certainly helped sales of chicken and fennel at the neighbourhood poultry and herb emporiums.
Monday, November 2, 2015
Grisly crimson rivers sluicing all through the cracks in my mind and sipping out of all my pores and everything is bloody and we are are floating on blood and it is gushing out into space and the crescent shaped moon is splashed and dripping with blood and all the aliens having their weddings in white dresses are aghast to be splack-acked like this.