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Do You: Save yourself?
Do You: Save the World?
Do You: Save the UNIVERSE?
...choose one...
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Irresolute and apathetic, you stand amidst the city with indifference. A red, green, violet streak arcs through the sky: a massive comet. It strikes the earth with a ear-piercing blast, the sound of a thousand bombs striking a single target.
Suddenly the city smolders with the intensity of a furnace, a blazing inferno of crackling embers and burning ash. The sparks and white-hot ash fall and singe the hair from your arms, bore burning holes through your clothes. Still you stand in defiance of the plight around you, and that of your own. A stark statue of unflinching expression, a stoic stare into the abyss.
The world burns...
and strangely, a sense of release washes over you.
> ...choose one...
The best choice is always not to choose.
(yes..... I know.....)
You opt not to be enticed by the conspicuous signs, instead passing time by idly on the sidewalk. A long-haired, bearded mailman with pink sunglasses and wearing blue cowboy boots passes by, whistling Lady Gaga's Poker Face. An argument between a heavyset man and his pet of koala rages just out of earshot, an unintelligible series of grunts and screeches. A half hour slips by and you're approached by a very short (no more than 4 1/2ft tall) man in a turquoise blazer and a gold fez, he hands you a rolled up scrap of paper and hurries off without glancing back...
As you try to understand what just happened, the koala ambles away from the bellicose fat man, it appears to be wearing a bell-hop uniform, ruby red with silver tassles, it approaches and beckons you down the opposite side of the street with it's small paw...
As this is happening, a very large Somoan man in barely contained in a VW Bug Taxi, rolls up to you and calls out of the window,"Yo, Mr. Azallam wishes to speak with you, says he never seen nobody who never want to go in there," he points to the brick building and it's neon signs. The man swings the car door open and glances at you with impatience...
Do you:
Look at the Scrap of Paper?
Go with the koala?
OR
Step Inside the taxi to see Mr. Azallam?
Cool! The last hit of acid turned out to be the eternal varietal!
In that moment you realize the acid has kicked in, so does the synesthesia begins.
Car horns, the cries of passing birds, engines revving down the street, all seem to your senses a kaleidoscopic cacophony of brilliant colors, car horns twist in sinuous streams of blue, engine noises crackle and burst into furious red explosions and crackling, slow lava flows. The energetic calls of the birds become concentric rings of violet, piercing one another in long chains of O's.
The cityscape becomes a riotuous rainbowed world of multi-hued sounds, you seemingly float above it, glancing down above, aloft in magenta clouds, the sonic sound of the wind is pulsing purple threads to your eyes.
The whole of the world ebbs and pulses with electric, neon light, dancing furiously like the shades at some spectral disco, each step lighting up another corner of the world below.
At my age a so-called "blue light special" belongs in that land/mind scape....
pushing a shooping cart
through the aisles of
a never-ending kmart
dropping hits of acid every 10 aisles
ad-infinitum
buys from the popcorn wagon
then an icee
screams about socialism at some gumball machines in woody allenesque fashion
wanders with zombie eyes back to the records section
where beatles albums are still $5.99
their plastic wrap slightly too tight on a few
and, oh, that glorious carly simon album cover
with the big floppy hat
and the big
you know
(hint: if you need a hint what you actually need to get is a clue)
after you yell irately at the gumball machine
while browsing the albums
the popcorn overflowing from the
large bag of popcorn in your hands
transforms...
into the head of Karl Marx
''vhat iz thees about zee gumballs?!"
"you must sieze all manner of machines, comrade!"
"thee workers must own ze means of gumball
production! no more bourguosie bubbles! but a dictatorship of proletarian bubbles for the workers!"
...he continues to rant and rave, repeating to you that a 'spectre haunts the gumball manufacturers of europe' and that the workers must 'overthrow the bubble bourgousie'
suddenly a furious debate over socialist versus capitalist modes of production breaks out between the bob dylan album covers and the neil diamond album covers...
Album cover wars?
That's some serious - not to mention endless - story fodder.
Or, better yet, generalizing more by not limiting the interactions to war.
So... album cover *interactions*.
I could probably spend the rest of my online life whipping up such.
Who - i.e. which album cover - would dare a tangle with The Almighty Prism of "The Dark Side Of the Moon" cover?
Breath in that air....
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pulls a long
slow draw
from his peyote-filled pipe
accompanied by his new, small
green friend to the
dark side of the moon
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at a golden piano
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as the ditty ends, a ghostly voice
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'All that's to come
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but the sun is eclipsed by the moon'
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Glorious!
Wish I had the energy to create the like.
(Heh: funny (yet sad) pondering of an alternative riff on "create the like" from a "likes" point of view)
But "real life" makes its demands on an aging body, and desire seemingly has less mental places to hide for its having seemingly been somewhat successfully fumigated of the possibility of thought(s) development.
So, you know, a little bit of a comment here, a little bit of an anonymous "post" there... sorta like a glass or two of wine when what you really want is to dive into a pool of the hard stuff - except for the part of how that pool is always empty, and "head meets cement" loses its appeal fairly quickly.
It doesn't help that more modern associations have the word 'appeal' invoking the word 'lawfare', and I'm just so tired of all that.
Slowly falling away, like a scab half-heartedly picked at over the course of several days.
Speaking of (well, hinting at...) a bottle 'o red and a bottle 'o wine, does anyone know who Captain Jack was? Not that it's important. It simply came to mind the way.. well, you know....
haha, yeah
your comment got me thinking of
writing album cover stories
maybe i'll start a new subgenre of fiction online
:D
Subgenre?
Go _genre_, baby! That's where the big "likes" are at! :-)
yes random house
one cash advance please
now
all we need to do is
secure tens of millions
to pay the album holders the right
to mention their 50 year old album once