big words offer a lesser domain for the meaning of a bunch of smaller ones. Why use big ones then, you as my dearest reader asks? Because the specific details of it all are pure bullshit, and the sole purpose is not the smattering semantics, vernacular or etymology of it all but rather anything possible it can covey (the only flipside being that it is conduction and not extension I achieve). I don't care and I don't care.
I only say this because Levelload's song 'HND in RNR' brings it to mind....And Levelload is my new favorite band. Although, I would like to check out that new Asobi Seksu album. If I can find it.
And now dream time:
A dream I had recently just came back to me but I still can't figure this one out.. I had a beard of burning fire and dark dead rings hiding my eyes and I was trapped inside of a room filling up with smoke and water. When the water was about waist high deep, and the fiery wrath of my beard started singeing the black cloth of my tee shirt, I noticed a woman sitting idly in the corner of the room admist a large school of tiny jumping silver fish. And thus as part of this cute little fairy tale I tell you, I approached her. Closer. And closer. And maybe it was just the hot burning blaze crackling against my skin turning it to ash or maybe it was my sudden panic of the quickening, raising water level but for whatever reason I reached out to grasp her shoulder. And what I had first took for a rich black brocaded gown of pearl and velvet and feather, felt cheap and fake and thin...mere tinsel with rot and wear. The pixie's none too unattractive face, which was long and dark and thin, grew sickly as she smiled wickedly. And a sound which I had mistakenly been taking for being the splashing of the tiny jumping fish around her was actually a man who was wearing my face as his own (but older, so much older!) who was staring at me from outside the window and reciting various forms of governance and how humanity lets these various forms of thought and ideal dictate the control of their lives. But then the man turned to approach the door and my panic suddenly increased to stark terror as I realized what he was about to do. The water which was now licking the flames burning around my chin, the flames which I could feel creep in behind my eyes hindered me as I sloshed around the room. And I was plagued with an abstract thought of how I needed to find my sunglasses and hat.
The nymph now swam around me in circles, her blind, blank eyes mischievious as she randomly filled her mouth with the tiny fish that accomanied her. She had shed her gowns and was nakedly, greedily telling me of old cities long since lost to the waves of the seas, and of all the bones of the princes and princesses, and kings and queens that filled them still. The old man's sudden sillouette at the door jarred all thought with emotion and I slipped on slick carpet wet with algae into the water which had advanced to my lips. From beneath the waves I could see the man more clearly, the wrinkes lining his face that was my own still spewing out the words of who I owed and what I owed them spelling out the speck that is my own mortality.
He opened the door, and I struggled against the current, frantically trying to identify my hat and sunglasses in the ensemble of objects being pulled past me with the water out of the door. But the current was too strong and eventually I too was pulled with the water out the door. I glimpsed the man as I past him as he mumbled some nonsense of man being made of muscle, skin and bone...but in an instant he was gone, lost to the world above me as I free floated in the tulmultuous cascade I had found myself in. And I fell. And I fell.
And I fell. For a long time.
And it was around the time that my vertebrae collided against themselves and across the rocky forest floor that the thought occured to me that I lived on the first floor in a large urban sprawl. And it was with this thought that things started to make no sense around me, and that's when events began to get really wordy with lots of adjectives and really weird.
I only say this because Levelload's song 'HND in RNR' brings it to mind....And Levelload is my new favorite band. Although, I would like to check out that new Asobi Seksu album. If I can find it.
And now dream time:
A dream I had recently just came back to me but I still can't figure this one out.. I had a beard of burning fire and dark dead rings hiding my eyes and I was trapped inside of a room filling up with smoke and water. When the water was about waist high deep, and the fiery wrath of my beard started singeing the black cloth of my tee shirt, I noticed a woman sitting idly in the corner of the room admist a large school of tiny jumping silver fish. And thus as part of this cute little fairy tale I tell you, I approached her. Closer. And closer. And maybe it was just the hot burning blaze crackling against my skin turning it to ash or maybe it was my sudden panic of the quickening, raising water level but for whatever reason I reached out to grasp her shoulder. And what I had first took for a rich black brocaded gown of pearl and velvet and feather, felt cheap and fake and thin...mere tinsel with rot and wear. The pixie's none too unattractive face, which was long and dark and thin, grew sickly as she smiled wickedly. And a sound which I had mistakenly been taking for being the splashing of the tiny jumping fish around her was actually a man who was wearing my face as his own (but older, so much older!) who was staring at me from outside the window and reciting various forms of governance and how humanity lets these various forms of thought and ideal dictate the control of their lives. But then the man turned to approach the door and my panic suddenly increased to stark terror as I realized what he was about to do. The water which was now licking the flames burning around my chin, the flames which I could feel creep in behind my eyes hindered me as I sloshed around the room. And I was plagued with an abstract thought of how I needed to find my sunglasses and hat.
The nymph now swam around me in circles, her blind, blank eyes mischievious as she randomly filled her mouth with the tiny fish that accomanied her. She had shed her gowns and was nakedly, greedily telling me of old cities long since lost to the waves of the seas, and of all the bones of the princes and princesses, and kings and queens that filled them still. The old man's sudden sillouette at the door jarred all thought with emotion and I slipped on slick carpet wet with algae into the water which had advanced to my lips. From beneath the waves I could see the man more clearly, the wrinkes lining his face that was my own still spewing out the words of who I owed and what I owed them spelling out the speck that is my own mortality.
He opened the door, and I struggled against the current, frantically trying to identify my hat and sunglasses in the ensemble of objects being pulled past me with the water out of the door. But the current was too strong and eventually I too was pulled with the water out the door. I glimpsed the man as I past him as he mumbled some nonsense of man being made of muscle, skin and bone...but in an instant he was gone, lost to the world above me as I free floated in the tulmultuous cascade I had found myself in. And I fell. And I fell.
And I fell. For a long time.
And it was around the time that my vertebrae collided against themselves and across the rocky forest floor that the thought occured to me that I lived on the first floor in a large urban sprawl. And it was with this thought that things started to make no sense around me, and that's when events began to get really wordy with lots of adjectives and really weird.