Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in ...
Vintage tumblr content from April 7, 2008 This morning I awoke, in the usual way, from a very strange dream. In this dream I had been preparing/ordering a large and varied meal of brightly coloured dishes all served in ...
Many things are new. For one, this blog... I guess that's what it is.
Do you need to know? This is part of my conundrum. It is my duty to provide content to the great beast but what is right to share? Dare I say something I wouldn't shout in the street? The topic I have been contemplating lately is the future of the human culture and how it relates ...
On Mondays he often found himself desiring a return to the womb. It would become apparent as he was making his morning coffee. Always, at some interval between micro-tasks, the realization would float to the surface. The faucet ran, he with empty carafe in hand and immobile, staring out and beyond ...
I saw a dead bird on the fence today. Part of it was missing, and part of it was black, and the tiny little flies that dotted its back looked at me and said, "Shiiiiiiiiiiiit." -fin-
Earlier I thought of a kind of place. Not truly a physical place, but involving the physical space. Not tied to a specific spatial coordinate, an imaginary, yet agreed upon location at the intersection of two imaginary lines. No, this place can be entered into by any consciousness-bearing sentience that stumbles upon it. This is the ...
Hiding in the deep country. Staying away from the other creepers, scurrying like vapid rats to the trickle of moisture in some dank public house. Their mutterings only give rise to distration and boiling rage of the hobo. He'd try desperately to stay awake. Pouring carafes of scalding coffee into his raw esophagus in the ...
Gack crossed the street before traffic provided a lull. He almost always did this when he wished to cross. He rotated pan dimensionally on his right heel, tucking his left leg locked, in behind his right knee. Elbows notched, hands ready but loose, chin tucked. A soft, half-reverse, pirouette drop-in from the curb. Then ...
Glen Tenning sat in his hydraglide Thaeroeola operators' chair. He pressed his fingertips together until they formed a tent of his hands. The triangle of the tent framed his nose. His nose was running, slightly. His nostrils and the bountiful forestation therein detected a trickle of mucous. It was too small to wipe but too ...
Peripetics by ZEITGUISED from NotForPaper on Vimeo. As quoted from Zeitguised website, “Zeitguised made a piece in six acts for the opening exhibition at the Zirkel Gallery. It entails six imaginations of disoriented ...