When i wake up i dream about what im going to do tomorrow and when i am asleep i dream about fiery flashes of exposed light jumping through windows running across the walls starting fires where they go that do not burn houses to the ground but destroy the machinery inside ceasing only when their job is done and no blue electric hums from television screens they cease and the occupants come to their long unused senses and go outside and dont work and smoke marijauna and dont fight and they fall in love with life again and create beautiful paintings of dirty fields and sunsets. then i wake up and pollute my lungs full of lacquer fumes and purple stains and sawdust that floats like dandelion seeds blown on the wind GRAVITY snatches them and they fall where they plant themselves and some evil bastard calls them weeds and sprays them in the face with herbicide then they die and rot and get the last laugh when they planted their chirldren all around them
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.
