Category: Idiocy
Things I have done that are stupid or things that I have written for shits and giggles.
In my dream there are places and people. They all do things, mostly. Some do things in the wrong places, except that this is correct for the dream. A clown with a sword might chop some onions. I do not understand why the clown does this in a field chainlinked and barb wired, but I accept it. And when the clown begins to speak in words that collapse upon themselves, I register nothing but normalcy.
“Weak modeled irony reinvents extrapolation.” My mouth follows suit, what I recall now as something from Nicht l?schbares Feuer.
“A vacuum cleaner can be an effective weapon, an automatic rifle can be a useful household gadget.”
The clown stops chopping onions and smiles like a penguin. On the teeth a man stubs out a cigarette on his arm and I dream in my dream of a girl running down a dirt road, her dress melted to her skin by napalm that cannot be rubbed off. A fire that burns under water. I spin away from the clown and now that I am on a sidewalk, I start walking, the rubber soles of my shoes squeaking on the pavement.
As soon as I know I am dreaming I start to awake. Though I try to go back I do not know how. Before any of my dreams reach an endpoint or answer, I am conscious. They are too agitprop for me to know.
One of those reasons is why I hate clowns.