lemonkid

There is no line between the 'real world' and 'world of myth and symbol.' Objects, sensations, hit with the impact of hallucination. - William Burroughs

What are we thinking? Paint a picture.

Love lost like a heroine split arse to skull by a passing train... memory; a warm hand handing you a clean plate of vanilla cake with white and pink icing... frog boys' distended balls squirting out viral eggs in warm water in the sub-tropical heat... a bookshelf behind a weapons cache behind a bookshelf.. poker without cards in the four cardinal directions.. a need to bundle yourself against the cold, refractions of Bachelard.. standing on the lakeshore covered bit by sharp hailstones under a lightningshow sky... quick, wild sex on the top of the world.. throwing down the gauntlet and doing the boogaloo in chain mail... laughing at every calamity.. monkish self-mastery in a bare rooms surrounded with a circle of books... a landlocked pirate crew dissipated and captainless... you're quick, but I'm much faster... sending away envelopes to embrace mental infection... imaginal dinner parties always lurking on the outside edge of occurance.. trying to live like a free prince and not a devilish conscience rascal... drape yourself in checkboard mod outfits, confront the world, and let it all hang out.