Feb 23 2009
An experiment in automatic writing
(Just a note: The following will not make any sense. I just want to take a dip in the surrealist pond and try an experiment in completely free automatic writing. For the unitiated, automatic writing is writing down exactly the first thing that comes to mind, with no mental barrier or block. I just feel like releasing the id from within me and making a crazy-ass post. So, this may be a bit hard to read. So don’t take any of this seriously. This is just pure mayhem. AKA, don’t call the cops or alert the FBI about some of the stranger or more violent content in this post. I’m not serious and I don’t mean anything that I write. Enjoy.) The purple man and the unciorn are one. Find my bread and I will meet you there. There is nothing left. For five carrots the car is yours. One time, in Rome, I found a young boy who gave me someSkittles.I thnaked him by shooting him in the head. God has told me this is wrong. He tells me everything is wrong when we play poker beneath the ocean on Thursday afternoons. This is the end. Help me. Resistance, one time, over the river, slightly to the left. Ahahahahahahahaha
So here we are. Lonely leprechaun road. I want to destroy and murder and dismember everything. I will kil a deer and crawl inside of its body. I feel the skin, bathe in its gooey entrails, drink its blood, become one with it. I will violate its dead carcass and eat its eyeballs. With a bowie knife I will gingerly carve up its body into little pieces and attach hooks into my flesh. I will hang these tiny morsels on the hooks and walk around my neighborhood naked, saying hi to my neighbor Mr. Gomez as I do so.
Pain is for four times the pie. Once, when I was ina rowboat with Walter Mondale and that guy on television, you know, that dude that’s always on the infomercials, we stopped at Macy;s and I bought three chasmere sweaters and pairs of socks, only to exchange this for gym shorts. The carrot arrives for shutdown at eleven. One more time, grandma. Return the videoape, said the minotaur, and no one gets hurt. But ol’ Skippy didn’t listen and instad his foot turned into a mountain of fungus that yielded millons and millions of pennies. We have found noneof these but plan to microwave them at the hot baking exodus of the dawn.
Also, a few more instances. Only once, in the apocalypse, wil you know.
The asparagus is gone, sir
Check your shoes to see if there is enlightment in them. If so, contact your local news stations and they will give you forms and goldfish to fill out. Banana quantums are for nutmeg enthusiasts, on inviydyfu uipoyegns.
For instance, there is an obcure video of Pat Sajak turning into the devil and defecating all into the mouths of starving Ethiopian immigrans. When you feel your brain is one fire and you go to srcatch it, only light beams will shoot out, like what you see in pictures of the Buddha where there’s all that glowy stuff around him. G.I. Joe was a rather interesting television show that explored he impact of American foreign policy on countries overseas. The sad part is it was misinerepreted as a shallow kid’s show and, thus, never given a proper time slot and the due respect (I feel) it should have received.
| Left the earth for the family | All alone in my head, grilled cheese sandwiches |
| Mask added to mud equals happy boy | Portugal |