The walls man,
the walls. They know the trail through the candyland forest.
I can see the sloths are dancing. They found their energy.
Sing to them. Sing to the biscuits.
Been eating any strange mushrooms?
Come to the frogs, the frogs won’t hurt.
Ride the train, be insane, through the rain.
Fuck that shit, Pabst Blue Ribbon!
The sand dances and the sun beats down on his grave.
Ooh, do that again J. That was coool.
The vanilla pudding holds me close
I’m warm in the smile of Saturn
Don’t cry for the shag carpets
They know their fate
I’ve been chasing after my pogo stick since dawn. It would help if the mushrooms stopped growing in front of me. But what can you do? It’s not like the wheel actually MEANS anything…
Watermelons! Watermelons! I spanked the Funky Winkerbeans, Milo!
Walk like you’ve got a porpoise.
Firefly hits the windshield; dies with his ass on.
Gone, but not forgotten. Shine one, dead lightning bug!
Right sandal comes unglued so soles and soul can be at one
with the cool swirly earth.
Check it out. See the monkey face in the wrinkle in that
drapery? Rock on, happy monkey man!
Glue-on glowing ceiling star sticker falls onto the carpet
right next to me. Turn the lights off. Oh God, so beautiful! Celestial c’est moi! *
- All of the above are actual memories and occurences
from chemically enhanced college summers.
Turn down the radio, we’re at an intersection.
(I actually said this while under the influence and it has become my signature line to many of my friends. It made perfectly good sense at the time.)
Sheesh, plnnr, I say that sober! Never could concentrate
driving with the music playing. Can’t hear when I wear sunglasses, either.
Dancing colors scream with burning words
flexing through the Hershey birds
into the sky, and falling far below the sea
of intranquility, iridescently shouting of love and pain and all the same manner of things.
Bug Man… Bug Man is behind the refrigerator… but we can kill him with the exterminator magnet! And the Mummy Hand is gonna get me… no, wait… it’s my hand, wrapped in lace… lace in my face… pudding, why thank you, chocolate pudding, sliding down my throat like wet cement, and potato chips tearing holes in my esophagus… I lost my soul in the TV, but we can channel it back with the Big Purple Crystal… get away, Little Bunny Foufou!
Great, now I can’t find my Hendrix…
I… need…Hendrix…NOW!
But the tequila’s IN it!
Lewd did sound the trumpet
issuing from titmouse colon.
Parch not oh gracious debtor,
help arrives on winged bricks.
Fear passes like baby limas
weeping curtly in dayplanners.
Beastial Moses makes me hurry
lest I fulfill the bucket.
"…and this hollow feeling grows and grows and grows and grows. And you want to call your mother and say ‘Mother, I can never come home again because I seem to have left an important part of my brain somewhere, somewhere in a field in Hampshire, awwwright…’
In the middle of the night, it feels alright but then tomorrow morning. Oh then you come down. What if you never come down?"
- ‘Sorted for Es and Wizz’ by Pulp. A trippy song that was playing on me PC just as I was reading this thread.
dark star crashes pouring its light into ashes reason tatters the forces tear loose from the axis searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion shall we go you and I while we can through the transitive nightfall of diamonds mirror shatters in formless reflections of matter glass hand disolving in ice petal flowers revolving lady in velvet recedes in the nights of goodbye shall we go you and I while we can through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?
Transparent was the babysitter
stalked perfectly by the asparagus.
Subtle flaccidity knew no boundary
and melted conviction on a whim.
Peace rattled like a wet Partridge
undertaking two pottery classes.
Mine sensibilities left but awash
as renal glands embraced the coin.
dude, I was outside at night listening to the bugs. It was beautiful man and you know what? i could understand them man and it was beautiful because you know what man? they were saying what I was saying and what *everybody * in the universers was saying man. I realized that I was one with the entire universe man!
Do you know? Do you know what the bugs say man?
Somebody fuck me before I die!