i'm watching koyaanisqatsi.
not nearly as impressive as the last time i saw it, when it was shown at paramount theatre with phillip glasss ensemble accompanying.
still pretty incredible...
it makes you feel like a hotdog.
http://www.azhararchitecture.com/Film/Koyaanisqatsi/Koyaanisqatsi%2028.jpg
not nearly as impressive as the last time i saw it, when it was shown at paramount theatre with phillip glasss ensemble accompanying.
still pretty incredible...
it makes you feel like a hotdog.
http://www.azhararchitecture.com/Film/Koyaanisqatsi/Koyaanisqatsi%2028.jpg
...less dancing than being chased,
by a man in a tribal mask with a sword and scarves.
vaulted ceiling and forgotten corridors. flying down impossibly long flights of stairs.
somehow i'm a hero.
...in a crowd where noone know who i am. fliers with another mans face.
two girls greet each other with hugs, my arms around them both. then i am holding one, her arms thrown around my neck. her eyes are green. alone in a crowd of people, i ask her how she got there, but she doesn't know. we call it fate.
we kiss.
i've almost lost her to distraction. she's alone in a town unfamiliar. i was supposed to be there.apologies pour over the phone but i can't see her face. she's hurt and i feel like dying.
now i'm waiting for her on a park bench on a hill.
camping with friends in trailers...100 dollars short to do how we do.
cement rooms with moveable floors and opening chasms.
crypt-like sleeping cubicles set high in the walls, painted red.
by a man in a tribal mask with a sword and scarves.
vaulted ceiling and forgotten corridors. flying down impossibly long flights of stairs.
somehow i'm a hero.
...in a crowd where noone know who i am. fliers with another mans face.
two girls greet each other with hugs, my arms around them both. then i am holding one, her arms thrown around my neck. her eyes are green. alone in a crowd of people, i ask her how she got there, but she doesn't know. we call it fate.
we kiss.
i've almost lost her to distraction. she's alone in a town unfamiliar. i was supposed to be there.apologies pour over the phone but i can't see her face. she's hurt and i feel like dying.
now i'm waiting for her on a park bench on a hill.
camping with friends in trailers...100 dollars short to do how we do.
cement rooms with moveable floors and opening chasms.
crypt-like sleeping cubicles set high in the walls, painted red.
i can't tell if things are going badly, or just going nowhere.
...and if it lacks purpose or passion what is it good for?
i'm confused and would like to be sure of even just one thing.
i feel like i don't know anything...
...and if it lacks purpose or passion what is it good for?
i'm confused and would like to be sure of even just one thing.
i feel like i don't know anything...
a torrent of dreams ...
being snowed in at a mountain lodge with a woman. falling in love. she's sad and looks at me like i should know her. she reminds me of other lovers when i look at her from behind. i recognize things on the walls. dates. i realize i've loved her from many lives before.
a kaleidoscope of animals and nature surrounding my whole field of vision.
i am a part of it.
i'm at a camp being trained to survive electrocution and fire. everyone is huge. i am not. i carry rubber boots full of nails that cut my skin.
secret rooms.
i am working in someones home. they are related to an acquaintance of mine. there is a lamp that my parents had when i was a child. it was my grandparents before that. i point out a crack in the glass. i had broken it when i was a boy. the lamp falls without me touching it and breaks to bits.
now i'm outside loading it into my truck. i am in the back. a little girl has jacked up the truck and is pulling it with an extension cord. i get out and remove the jack and the truck begins to roll down the hill. i run after it but it gains speed. it looks like it will stop in some bushes but veers sharply and crashes through a fence and rolls several times and lands in a ravine in someones back yard.
i jump fences. there are houses arranged in rows front to back. a nice old man invites me in. he is painting his stairwell and has put on so many coats of paint, the ceiling is only a couple feet off the steps. i have to lie on my back and slide down the stairwell to get downstairs.
there is a hideous little dog that keeps biting my hands.
being snowed in at a mountain lodge with a woman. falling in love. she's sad and looks at me like i should know her. she reminds me of other lovers when i look at her from behind. i recognize things on the walls. dates. i realize i've loved her from many lives before.
a kaleidoscope of animals and nature surrounding my whole field of vision.
i am a part of it.
i'm at a camp being trained to survive electrocution and fire. everyone is huge. i am not. i carry rubber boots full of nails that cut my skin.
secret rooms.
i am working in someones home. they are related to an acquaintance of mine. there is a lamp that my parents had when i was a child. it was my grandparents before that. i point out a crack in the glass. i had broken it when i was a boy. the lamp falls without me touching it and breaks to bits.
now i'm outside loading it into my truck. i am in the back. a little girl has jacked up the truck and is pulling it with an extension cord. i get out and remove the jack and the truck begins to roll down the hill. i run after it but it gains speed. it looks like it will stop in some bushes but veers sharply and crashes through a fence and rolls several times and lands in a ravine in someones back yard.
i jump fences. there are houses arranged in rows front to back. a nice old man invites me in. he is painting his stairwell and has put on so many coats of paint, the ceiling is only a couple feet off the steps. i have to lie on my back and slide down the stairwell to get downstairs.
there is a hideous little dog that keeps biting my hands.
last night i was smuggling powder through an airport.
i was wearing a tshirt with a bomb printed on it.
it drew more attention that i would have liked.
i was chased by a security guard that looked like a 14 year old phillipino boy who had been my manager once.
i ran to an impossibly long flight of stairs and slid the whole way down the rail.
i turned to see the guard do the same but he was straddling the bar.
he was going really fast and planted his feet.
he landed on his face.
the sound was disgusting and there was grey matter on the pavement and body fluids i've never seen.
i tried to run away, but i called for help,
because apparently that's the kinda guy i am.
if i believe in past/future lives, i suspect i may have been/ will be, a small time drug runner.
i have dreams about it fairly regular, and it has never been apart of my waking life, so i dunno where it comes from.
i was wearing a tshirt with a bomb printed on it.
it drew more attention that i would have liked.
i was chased by a security guard that looked like a 14 year old phillipino boy who had been my manager once.
i ran to an impossibly long flight of stairs and slid the whole way down the rail.
i turned to see the guard do the same but he was straddling the bar.
he was going really fast and planted his feet.
he landed on his face.
the sound was disgusting and there was grey matter on the pavement and body fluids i've never seen.
i tried to run away, but i called for help,
because apparently that's the kinda guy i am.
if i believe in past/future lives, i suspect i may have been/ will be, a small time drug runner.
i have dreams about it fairly regular, and it has never been apart of my waking life, so i dunno where it comes from.
(5) Amon, or Aamon, is a great and mightie marques, and commeth abroad in the likenes of a woolfe, having a serpents taile, <spetting out and breathing> [vomiting] flames of fier; when he putteth on the shape of a man, he sheweth out dogs teeth, and a great head like to a mightie <raven> [night hawk]; he is the strongest prince of all other, and understandeth of all things past and to come, he procureth favor, and reconcileth both freends and foes, and ruleth fourtie legions of divels.
dreaming of secret rooms and passages again.
little men i can't see under my house.
how to kill them.
little men i can't see under my house.
how to kill them.
