Ridiculousness's blog

the city was pretty last night. underneath the eclipsed moon.

and i spent many minutes with a genius.

everything seemed unreal. even the blowings of the wind. even the dark lights that lit up the back streets.

i sat at the most magnificent place, gazing down at what could be somebodys home. down at ashtrays and plastic chairs. and different architects dreams of a fire escape.

and he was there. and i was quiet.

pass the joint.

the moon was full, and kept distracting my thinking. thoughts pouring out of my mind with the smoke. i should have let it out in words. should have said something.

Take the midnight flight on the silver feathered Condor. To the tip top of the tree colored turquoise by sunset. Here you will board the white butterfly brightly, geniously feathered to the city of angels. Where people wear no shoes and walk through the whiteness of sky like sunshine. Here, you will disembark. Early morning. Clouds colored purple by sunrise. People not yet emerged into puffy white streets of pre-rain.

Here you will exchange your wristwatches for ideas and your clothes for sleepless nights of impossible dreams.

Rise, step out onto/into freshly cut and feathered clouds full of early virgin sun. Walk the sequined pathway to the edge of enlightenment/end of cloud. Look out. Down. Through the smoggity smog thickness of uncared-for ozone. The people are not yet awake. Find the first golden dust particle ray of sun. and ride. Ride that fucker into universe. Ride it into darkness and away from all that has time and holds meaning. Into boundless energy of star and genius galaxy.

mhm. uhu. mhm. uhu.

can you hear the gravity? it's pushing down on me, and the world is spinning, setting me free. the walls are shaking, the wind is taking my mind away from me. can you feel the weight of the world pushing down? as little pieces of time, inklings of life are slung out across the colored ground? colors explode, like jewelry store diamonds and teardrops of rainbow fly out, around. here i sit, almost perfectly content, watching the world shift, drift driiift, driiiiiifttt. somehow i settle my eyes for a bit, try to focus them in on the flowers around where i sit. they're dancing and swaying with the wind, kind of talking to me, wanting to be my friend. their smiles are so wide, and with pieces of earth, i want to collide. my eyes are spinning again, and my mind is racing, with the wind. i fall back into earth, and look up to the sky. the clouds! they are flying, so so high.

In a cave behind my house i found a softer world. The people there knew what i had to do to be happy. They don't believe in technology. I used to spend hours on the telephone and web. I would cry for hours when i realized how fast time had passed, and that i had missed out on life. Then, i awoke one morning and i could fly. I just spread my arms and went. The people said that they understood that. Things like that happen. People who see it, free themselves. Then i told them how, one year for Valentines Day, my mother took me to the beach, and just left me there. And at night, the crabs would come out of the sand, and i would watch them. Sometimes take pictures to capture their souls. One last chance. I built a machine to hear their thoughts, you know. And they were saying, " we will rise, we will defeat." I got sort've hung up on that. I left the beach. Burned all the pictures. I thought i was lucky for escaping before they attacked. Until i got a zit on prom night. Then i gave up on luck. After prom, he drove me down the highway towards a tunnel. Nervous, i turned on the radio. It said to follow the lights towards the smell of freedom. No problem.