2/18/13

Bleak mystique of oblique

Jonathan Bepler soundtrack to Cremaster 5 reminding me of Things. What a strange acid aftermath sub-stratum. Echoes will continue for a while. If I was suddenly faced with their source, things would be instantly untenable again, and I'd feel why.

Surfing on waves of stupidity and silly shambles dreams, chasing down pills like Packman. Getting lost under pines in slopes of tent tangles. Stuff I left behind, stuff that isn't mine, what's this stuff? Where's that other stuff? Is it okay to just leave this stuff on the ground and... go? Go wherever the next place is? A sober secular workday squeezing out time and energy.
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