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    Dreamjumper

    What up? How is everyone doing? You are now in the world we are ruling.Take a minute to adjust for the wondrous clusterfuck of fun and enchantment. I promise you some Generation next shit, to speak for the silent who are left with parallel levels in a dark, dark place, tricked into a dark, dark fate as the sun kisses us on the foreheads gently.



    I did not want what other people wanted, but I didn't know how to find what I needed. I wanted truth -- my OWN truth, whatever bleak fragment of whatever hellish totality it might be.

    I can see now, the virtue of madness, for this country knows no law or boundary. I pity the poor shades confined to the euclidean prison that is society. All things are possible here and I am what madness made me.

    Whole. Complete. Free at last.

    This is a journey into the horizon....You can see past.
    If it's real to you.....Then we can meet on the other side.

    1. Oceans On Fire

      by , 01-16-2011 at 01:00 AM (Dreamjumper)


      The scene starts with lights upon a guitar. As soon as there is a solid awareness of the guitar it instantaneously shatters into pieces. The guitar strings elongate and distort to become the legs of a real woman dancing on Broadway.

      A marionette puppet walks by on its own accord.

      The Broadway gal sticks her long lizard-tongue out at me as she slowly but surely turns full reptilian. The puppet walks on alone, somberly through dark corridors. A large butcher knife comes down from the ceiling and cuts the puppet in half. The puppet reattaches itself and stands up to escape, but the butcher knife comes back down and dices the puppet into neat little squares, and then minces it into bits.

      The bits of marionette puppet instantly ignite afire, engulfing the world’s oceans. I see the world, with all it’s oceans on fire. Dolphins, ablaze, jump into the air and hang for a moment before sinking under waves of flame. The clouds, too, were on fire and angels fell from the sky.



      I stand alone and scream in agony before graphically tearing myself in two to the bone. My skeleton catches fire. With the entire world ablaze, it looks like a fireball. It incinerated into a tiny burning ember in the center of a baby’s eye. I pan out to see the baby in full view as the butcher knife reappears dicing the baby to bits. The puppet somberly reenters with a broom and dustpan, to sweep the bits of baby up and dump it into the garbage.