Metaphoric Hate....Coroneus, Wake.

Thursday, May 04, 2006

The Curious Dreamlife of Marshmallow Addie - Volume 11

Dissociated faces danced to a familiar tune. What is a question after all? A plumlike shape or merely illustrious neighbours in cheque? Hmmm... interestmongereing thought.

Far beyond or above, the modulated arrythmia in a bird's chirrup brought a nascent tear to a deranged eye. Addie wondered how a thought got implanted in his recalcitrant brain. A chirrup maybe, that smelt like fresh sunday flowers in a moonlit carpool? Or perhaps just grim facial formations in crumbs that had once been fine pie? Enigma was entertainment. Addie shovelled inwards the remainder of his Bock and gave the kiss of life to remote controlled television.

The question is (or are) all about getting used to basic cliches of the day. He remembered a fact from a friday or two agoes. That he was a piece of decaying candyfloss stumbling blindly through the pliant continuum of spacetime dreamescapism. How true was the veracity of his memorial statementism? Time will tell. Or rather, Space will. Though it usually whispers in odd corners with dull grainy yellow lighting usually reserved for inducing primal terror in David Lynch movies. Off camera, of course. Or of course not, even.

He had exchanged friendly fire with Yellowbottom recently and for that, Marshmallow Addie was glad. Time had been stretchered off the field during injury time recently, leading to long timeless stretches of time inbetween. He also shook hands with Uncle Tallwhisker again. Uncorked or not, he was a corker of a drink....er chap.

The days slip by into insignificant eventualities, but remote controlled telivisionism continued unabated, propogating its medium through vacuous vormhole minds. Addie shook like a leaf and regurgitated a yeast byproduct. A solitary piece of gorgonzola glared angrily from the shelf above wallflower. Its armies were almost ready and its cause was nearing fruition. The wheel had been disinvented and the moon was now just another piece of cheese. They knew it was once in a blue...