dystopian hallucination of 21st century America |
America , bold brave & beautiful. America depraved. High, treeless meadow- Alone - ancient hill Buried sinew behind Elysium Manor Trailer court: in between garbage landfill MT. Trashmore and: jagged granite-boulder cliff running adjacent the Train Tracks.====.===.====. B E L O W ... rust-orange moonlight cuts purple {} {}}}{{})( ( blankets of fog.) Miles of grimy dust are put away by the storm. A night pleasure cruise for our protagonist. Cheery lucid tye-dye smiles bitter loose tangents are threaded . A smell of Castor oil and burned jiffy lube stain the narrow path to the meadow. _-_-_---___-+++==_ Up ragged donkey trail- spiked-=+ glass-condoms-bottle rockets-old lawn chairs-glow stick-beer cans- candy wrappers-cigar tubes- The top is reached. (Stage Note) Billow in dramatically with the curtain smoke from a 'xyg-32 model smoke processor Kit' lots of smoke to reinforce ' cold- foggy night' theme' Shivered glimpses reveal: -one wanderer dressed in boots and other prototypically banal garments with regards to - socio-economic and racial backgrounds demographics of the American Consumer. -oscillation of black-sand rain pellets in steam wind coming down from a unknown point but one that is exactly reciprocal of the force Gravity. -mud puddles on the meadow. It is a Trapezoid shaped piece of land about a acre and a half giver or take a acre and a half, and it is contoured on a 15 deg slope facing North and a further 6 Deg to the West - resulting in a rollicking river of cascading water through the meadow. One would gather that with a flashlight or other sort of light , shining the light near the ground and being aghast at the sensation of the ground moving beneath and also I imagine the shadows produced by the grass stalks and what not , plus the rollicking water would contribute to a fascinating study of how to waste time. -a ghost on the periphery . -A Shapeless haunting memory, gliding silently though yesterday’s valley. Dim goes Porcelain light bulb in the Heavens. A distilled heavy silence clings to the moist air. Bearing down my guilt and apprehension. Wetness bears down, seeping soaking ruins. A strike of lightning bursts the daytime alive again! Bright melting echoes of daytime are glimpsed in a moment. Noticed not right away... - Centipede roughly 5 . 65 Centimeters in length, slithering away through the great flooding of his homeland and so and so and so and so and so and & n' forth. - A single Raven flying in a near perfect Iscoselecses triangle formation around the meadow for a period of 3 -4 Minutes. - The tin-can tornado of rusty nails inside a abandoned factory sensation of pure mind-bending terror transfixed on not a known entity , idea, person; but rather on a overreaching concept or system of concepts enmeshed in infinite levels of resonance on levels deeper than could be logically translated -' z door sits perpendicular to X door, ajar in every fashion to Y door, both are 2 as large as three times Fred Flintstone’s electricity bill compiled in cubicles only 4.6 feet of the ground - built of a lavender cloth material that secretly contains both chairman of the board who must keep their identities reduced to ghastly nomenclature so personal detectives trying to canvas a blue ford pickup with license plates somewhere in the mystical Q70+ plane of aphrodisiac pillows , caressed to resolve further problems resulting in the fast limey AVERAGE OF 2 anti-gravity equations that would equal the rate of rain falling on a meadow with slight 2-3 knot wind speeds primarily gusts from the North-west , but allowing vast idiosyncratic nuisance’s like the Coriollis Affect and the belief in (astrophysics theories "M", and String Theory) , the existence of at least 10 or 12 dimensions, which should equal the components of Q- essential in reducing the sum of two equations in a loose hanging polynomial spree .' - The appearance of an image burned into my retina during the lightning flash, whereupon I instinctively piece together my pre calculated optic trajectory of sight that I had seen during that bright Halo moment a uneasy feeling suddenly fell queasy to recall the image of a bright yellow rain slicker not 15 yards away below it resides a normal from any other appearance a normal Caucasian male - yet this man had the eyes of lava fury. Dripping dank blood-curdles hair- Slithering snake coils of serpents crouched In his hair- soaked and fiendish "DEVIL " "locksmith of fate" "wretched naysayer of Life" Dark hazel and glowering dark steel chills. A slight dirty smile lingering sadistically . Chapped lips. Coming or no? Real or No? How should I know? America , bold brave & beautiful. America depraved. |