endless looping funhouse

Overheard After Obsequies

Yes, I was lonely. But now I think things will improve…

I woke up with eyes on my hands—double vision in continuous lap dissolve. I’m looking at the eyes on my hands as they look back at the eyes on my face. Like an endless looping funhouse mirror…

It was a long catalog of pre-wired defectiveness, like a hot wired Sisyphus with 33 carbuncles on his back…

She was beautiful—a weekend odalisque—a scratch wax lemon madonna. Man, am I pissed…

She had her mother’s eyes. I kept on thinking about Village of the Damned. The last thing she said to me was something about her hair being a blood red corona on fire…

-So are you still taking amphetamines?
-No, I can’t get them anymore. But I found you can crush a package of Vivarin, boil it to a concentrate in instant coffee and get a modicum of the Kerouac kick…

Was she still painting? I loved that series of arsenic light / fugue state nudes she was working on five years ago. I bought the one she titled “semen and pus suppuration iii. …”

It was an interesting service, as far as services like this go. Did you hear she’s being buried head first into the ground, sans coffin? Yeah, some green-earth first thing…

Her brain! Her head was a sealed window. She had this white knuckle death-grip. She thought she could order the air and extract the spirits from wind currents. What a gas!

That hot honeysuckle perfume—she was sunset spectacular. She was a Big Dipper moon with a German pitchfork—the ocean, the wind, and those stars under her bed. Third eye mythical…

Thank you. Thank you for coming. Enjoy the rest of your day.

“The human organism is an atrocity exhibition at which he is an unwilling spectator …”

— J.G. Ballard / The Atrocity Exhibition

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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