Friday, June 19, 2015

A dream - the Unmaker

A nightmare.

I was part of mission control which was directing a time ship with five passengers into the far future.  We had video screens showing the crew, and we were in verbal communication with them.  I gave the order to accelerate and one of the crew pushed a lever forward, and we could see the stars change positions as they flew millions of years into the future.  As they were moving through the eons, they would pass these regions of discontinuity which would appear as a swirling blackness that quickly disappeared into the past.  This happened several times, and the crew began to report these phenomenon with some anxiety, as they were becoming more frequent and harder to avoid.  Finally they passed straight into one.  This is where the dream becomes a nightmare.

It only affected one member of the crew, but I could see through his eyes what was happening to him.  There was a head of a demon before him that he could see in his mind.  Everything else around him was black.  I can picture what the demon head looked like, but warped is the closest I can come to actually describing it.  Warped and ungood.  It was called the Unmaker.  As it infected his mind with it's essence, I could see what was happening to him.  He was at his station, looking catatonic, and then his eyes went wonky.  One rolled up so that about half of the iris was hidden, and the other jerked slightly away from center, so that it was looking outward.  He went into a slight convulsion all over his body, and started to cry silently.  Then he began to utter the strangest gibberish.  I could hear it so clearly in my dream, but I can't remember any of it now.  It was something like this...

"Then oncely the defaculation is compressioned we can inslide for with an excratiational blackdock with it out fromover, the it of thens when, full of your selfly crob crob, crobs forever."

That's extremely close in essence, if not in the actual words.  He went on like this for some time, and eventually he got up from his seat and approached a female crew member.  She panicked and tried to run away, but she couldn't stand all the way up.  She just kind of froze and had to wait for the gibbering one to reach her and infect her with the insane sickness as well.  When he reached her, he planted his mouth full onto hers and blew the poison into her.  She began to convulse too.

We were watching from mission control and somebody finally had the presence of mind to slam the controls into reverse and bring the ship out of the discontinuity and back home to the present.  When the ship appeared, I went inside to investigate.  Everybody was either dead or unconscious, except for the infected girl, who was severely pregnant.  She was just sitting at her station whimpering quietly, with her head hanging forward limply and her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach, as though she were enduring severe agony.  Tears were streaming from the corners of her eyes, which were tightly shut.  Then she began to cough, a horrible wracking cough with slimy sounds all through it.  She stood up and doubled over, chocking on the cough, and finally she vomited this slimy gray infant onto the floor.  It was covered with putrid afterbirth, and where the cord should have been, there was this black, lumpy growth about the size of it's head.  It looked like rotten black broccoli, and the grotesque baby-thing started to gnaw on it hungrily.  I picked up the... unbaby, and looked around frantically for a way to dispose of it.  All I could think to do was to stuff it into a trash receptacle that was built into the wall.  It opened like an ashtray, and I stuffed the vile baby-thing into it.  Stuffed it down, hard, pushing and pushing, until it was a pulp, then I shut receptacle door.

a stack of rocks

I was walking the back way behind things tonight, and I came upon a fence that looked like the ground around it wasn't too overgrown. I stopped and turned on my camera light toward it and saw a concrete area on the other side of the fence with this mound of rocks. I followed the fence for about a hundred yards until I found an opening, and I went through until I came back to that concrete area. Somebody had stacked a pile of rocks there.

See, this is the kind of personal, anonymous thing unlike Fox News that makes me understand that there are other people in the universe besides myself.

Thursday, June 18, 2015


It was almost clear to me for a second there. I was thinking about how lost I am... there's this song called 'Lost Souls' by this band, and I was listening and sitting very still, staring at the moon, and just being quietly blown away that I was looking at a real thing, like I'd look at your face. Really there. I guess what makes it surreal is that the moon is so steeped in legend, so even though it's right there, just right up there, it still seems inaccessible. But there it is.

I was, just a few minutes ago, sitting on a curb.. about a block west of the square. On Hickory. Right across from that... hang on... just a little past that shoe repair shop. Across directly from Hypnotic Donuts. And biscuits. Who's heard of that place? Wow, I gotta check that place out.

Anyway, what was it. Oh... ok, I just severely flipped somebody off. One of those flip offs that lasts for a good long time, as you're following them with the finger while they escape the situation. The visualization of it only works when you're a pedestrian flipping off a moving vehicle.

I flipped the guy off because he almost ran me over at an intersection where I had the walk guy on the sign lit up. That really pisses me off, that fucker. What if somebody else not as wide-eyed and readily provoked as me was crossing at that time, and that drunk bastard (I'm assuming he was drunk... maybe he was just really young and really dumb, to go screaming through a left turn at a pedestrian crosswalk like that) ran right over that other possible person? Huh?

I have no sympathy. Young, dumb, drunk, retarded, whatever. I flipped 'um off for a long time, and then felt pretty terrible after, during the entire time I've been writing this description of what happened. It only just happened, you know.

Dammit, now I lost the frikin' thread of whatever it was I wanted to say, way back when.. GOLL! ! I ruined it by flipping the guy off. I could have ignored it and went on with whatever it was that was inspiring me. Whatever. it's too late now.

(two weeks later)

I remember what it was, that train of thought. I was looking at the moon and forging this rude comparison of the distant beauty of it to this image I have in my mind; the only moment in my life that meant enough for me to to burn it permanently into a cluster of neurons as a detailed memory. It's like a photograph in my mind now, as if it were only six years ago... smiling eyes before me, inches from my face.

Landmarks for the terminally lost. That's what I'd forgotten.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

seriously, bionic boots

I have a new project which I've decided to start up in addition to and alongside the hang glider project (which I've estimated will cost - the hang glider, not the new project - around $150.00, that is, $60.00 for the plastic sheeting, a 10' x 100' roll, $60.00 for 8 bundles of 1" wide x 8' long bamboo poles, 25 poles to a bundle, making 200 feet total ((unless I can find some wild bamboo just growing someplace in town which is suitable, and I've already got one guy who has given me permission to go all up on his land which is situated on Oak St., just a hundred yards or so past the church and on the right, in that recessed area where there's a big house kind of tucked back in there, and chop down as much bamboo as I want because he says there's a lot growing there and because he digs the hang glider idea, plus my sister Cheyenne said that she knows where to find some bamboo, although I hope she's not talking about that spot across the street and a couple of houses down from her house going toward Bell, because all of that got cleared out recently. Which would bring the cost down by about $60.00)) plus about $30.00 for duct tape, screws, nuts, bolts, wing nuts and washers).

This new project is almost as kick-ass as building a hang glider, because the next best thing to flying, I figure, is running very fast and jumping, because I frequently have dreams of doing that, and it's always awesome. I also dream about flying pretty regularly, which is even more awesome. Anywho, I'm talking about building some bionic boots.

Yup, that's right. bionic boots. Just like Steve Austin, the Six Million Dollar Man (if you're old enough to remember that TV show from the mid-seventies, which I am and do... heck, I even had a Six Million Dollar Man action figure that you could open the access panel on his arm and see all the electronic and mechanical greeblies inside), except that you don't have to be a man barely alive as a result of crashing a space shuttle with no choice but to have your mangled body parts chopped off and replaced with bionic ones just to get a pair of super cool robot boots.

This time I'll need an assortment of springs, to start with. I'm thinking maybe about 6 or 8 of those springs made for trampolines... 3 or 4 for each boot. I'll also need some smaller springs. I'm trying to imagine where I've seen some suitable springs like the ones I'll need, and I'm thinking of the kind they use in air rifles - heck, I dunno. I'll have to do some research - two for each ankle. Then it's just some long, flat and narrow steel supports, the kind with holes all in them to make them light, for the structure. I've seen 'em used for homemade shelves. And a bunch of screws, bolts, nuts, machine oil, and an assortment of cylindrical, one axis pivot joints. Similar to a door hinge, but way stronger and more awesome. And some kind of tough, possibly plastic boot sort of structure to strap onto the top of each one of those spring-loaded person flingers, for the purpose of connecting the person to the flingers.

So, with a hang glider strapped to my back, and bionic robot boots strapped to my feet, I'll be pretty much unstoppable.

Monday, June 15, 2015


How many times have I taken a leak in my entire life?  All living sentient beings must at some point in their existence confront this question.  Finally this question has come to me.  It is time.  This question must now be answered.  How many times?  Have I taken a leak?  In my life?

I have calculated that it is close to 50,000 times.  My urethra rules.  Thank you, urethra.  Water erosion ain't got shit on you.  Urethra!  URETHRA FOREVER!!!!!

Now, about those telomeres...

Sunday, June 14, 2015


Earlier this afternoon at about 3 o'clock the sun was shining, those big fluffy cumulonimbus clouds were all over the place, and it was sweaty damn hot outside. Then, quite suddenly and out of the clear blue sky, it started to rain. I looked up and there was one solitary cloud almost directly above, not quite blocking the sun, and rain was falling out of it. Just that one cloud. I pointed my camera directly up and took a few pictures. This is what rain looks like when it's falling out of a single cloud in an otherwise relatively clear sky.