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On a foreign street with the absence of a street light, I sat in my car blending within the shadows of complete night. Dark, black, and silenced by this track, I gazed out the window of my mind and just laid back… (…for the attack…)
Another Dream Untitled
A frigid yet sunny day. Silent. Dressed to kill. Assisting her Grandfather, who it seemed, to walk; using me as a crutch until he collapsed. He was already dead to begin with. She ran to the ocean. I went after her. Knowing that I’d drown. But I was able to swim in the shallow coastal waters. There… to save her. Watched these guys perform last week at the Bootleg Theater. So gewwwwwd! You been in and out my mind
Ear
I was in Ohio, when I woke up and noticed a baseball card sized disk inserted and lodged horizontally into my right ear’s flesh+cartilage. I found more of these disks garnished amongst my bed head hair. I shook it all off and attempted to remove the one stuck/enveloped into my ear’s flesh+cartilage. I carefully pulled out the disk and watched 74% of my ear being disconnected/detached/dislocated from the side of my head. I pretty much volunteered myself to slice and dice off my own right ear. Set it and forget it. Instant self-horrification. However, with my keen reflexes I caught my liberated ear flesh+cartilage that had fallen off. I tried to place it back on… but to my dismay, it just kept sliding off. I panicked. That portion of my ear that was no longer in tact with my head was changing and losing it’s natural sweet golden cocoa butter color. I assured myself that I could get it back on… with hopes of no one noticing or judging me and my two-toned colored offset looking right ear. No luck with getting it back on. Shucks. I walked into the living room covering and hiding my right ear. With complete shame and utter fear, I asked my Mom and siblings if they knew anyone that could sew or stitch… stuff? They knew of no one and asked me why I was cupping my right ear with my right hand. I showed them my right ear. 74% in my hand, 26% on my head. They freaked out. I freaked out. I ran back to my bedroom and saw my pillow. Someone had cleverly and successfully plotted my doom by replacing my standard pillow with a fancy shhmancy pillow stitched with freakishly large sharp glamorous SEQUINS! (Don’t know what a “sequin” is? Google it.) Dang it. Those sharp sequins fastened on the pillow I slept on, could’ve been the death of me. Taking me down one ear at a time. A minor flesh wound, sucker. I shook my fist in the air, dedicated to the culprit, and rejoiced cause I still had my sense of hearing. 1,000% legit. In fact, 1,000% too legit… to quit. Can’t nobody take my pride. Can’t nobody hold me down. Oh, no. I got to keep on mooooovin’! Then I woke up out of that dream. Beef & Broccoli for breakfast, baby. Yeah, remarkably tasty! Ask me for details. :] |
