it was blacknwhite 8mm shot from a tripod on a rivershallows shoals  deep currents or handheld 

                                                                                                        motion recorded on motion  

oddway to think of a dream perhaps 

                                                    others thought so

but then they didnt pursuecorner their dreams like he didhad always

its a pip

        go to sleep at nighthe didnt napthatd be an innarestin experiment anhe could either go with the flow or adjustaugmentmanipulate

                           his dreams were cool they could take it or leave it mirrored him to a T orany other letter of the alphabet suited it to a V tippytoeing on its point 

                                                   they werent always blacknwhite werent always 8mm  Cinemascope  or drawings skillful graphic  or scribbled childishlycartoonishly 

                                                                    they certainly surprised him when they revealed themselves

 

    he amused himself he thought 

                                      when he died would his life and dreams run before his eyes because that could make for one long-ass long-haul death it couldnt flash  it might fl a  s   h lazily  an elongated shadowetched within anotherETCHED within other shadows making a party of giggling chuckleheads who are throwing rabbitslionsntigersnbearsnunicorns on a wall behind them with their hands or by communal effort anaint a damn thing more communal than oneself multiplied angiven his friskyfacets a damn good chance of an orgy a daisychain bustingout

HEY! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DYING.

                                                             Ill get to itIll get around to it  Cantya see Im a little busy right now  Kahrist

1112 – ascending, baby,  Sunday,  2  5. 21

Jetta  I’d Love to Change the World  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hEh9LiSzow

 

he saw the same brief sentence run down the page  four times   side by side

                                                                                   immediately beneath them he saw the same sentence repeated one over the other also four timeslooked like an L

for the life of him he couldnt remember the sentence now

                                                            it was feminine   a female declaration

it arrested him

but it got away

it was true

truth and fact struggle these daysasif truth or fact somehow offends

he thought it strange that lies werent offensive

how did one lose their way

                                 personality

upbringing

those facets existed in his family

one of eight was an unimpeachable liar unimpeachable  yes   easier to lie

she wasnt a smart cookie so she wouldnt have read Bakunin Russian 19th Century neither the USSR or Russia today could claim him 

                 he said There are times when creation can be achieved only through destruction. The urge to destroy is then a creative urge.  horseshit  Picasso later dribble in around the edges Every act of creation is first an act of destruction.

he supposed if she knew either hed lighten up she wasnt his kid  but she didntshe was ignorantmaybe she thought she could make her lies fly because their parents were older scarred  callused   unlike when he was a boywhen they were looking for a fight anif they even thought there was a whiff of dishonesty the belt came out the pants were dropped afterwards they went downstairs into the basementdebasement to the concrete laundry doublesink where his mother kept the brown Fels-Naptha soap bar  his tongue was scrubbed

                                                                  those were the days

no wonder he couldnt abide lies 

he wished he could remember that feminine sentence

1234 or 0034 – he preferred 1234,  Sunday,  2  5. 21

1011,  Sunday,  2  5. 21

Jetta  I’d Love to Change the World  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5hEh9LiSzow