I’m still
coughing up Halloween as I sip on psychosis so don’t confuse me with facts, my
mind has been made because my altruistic fingers fidget with the bristles of my
brush and I stare at a blank canvas while my dog, Dory, scratches at the door
indicating that she is hungry and in return I carefully drop 27 dog food
pellets into her bowl and warn her that she can’t swim for the next 30 minutes,
and later, I make one final detour towards my fridge and chug 800 milliliters
from my pitcher of In-N-Out water - the only water I consume with apples, hats, and
birds for breakfast and I strap paint cans to my torso and look into a white
flask then take crunchy bites from it, flask and all, while deciphering what
the bottom says: They say you can’t solve a problem with the same mind that
created it. Enjoy.
‘Step right up
folks! Don’t be shy!’ bellows out a human with bizarre attire to a line that is
empty, except for me, and I accept by silence so I see an amusement park, with
pleasant music and great smells spiralled up to a sky that is inevitable and
college note pages dividing in the breeze, as if camouflaged by nothing more
than a blend of greens, blues, and yellows coating the physical construction of
this place and a welcome sign reading, “The Schmalle Cocaine Test”; I’m in some
sort of psychological amusement park who thrives on entrapment via Christmas Eve,
New year’s Eve, and naïve that’s explained by my footsteps taking me past a
group of children playing with emotions and finding it odd how toys have
changed since I was younger because statistically, I’ll meet the love of my
life 7 times throughout my lifetime and not notice my paint cans leaking or how
I’m advancing to a carbon lifeform similar to my species and apologetically informing
her of my delusional right to be stupid, along with the leaking paint cans.
‘Oh sorry, hun.
Robert’s the fella who handles these messes and he only communicates by fax.
You don’t happen to have a fax machine on you by any chance?’ It’s no use so I
let the paint continue to leak and bet on black independent clauses, judiciary
clauses, & Santa Claus’ that lie for egoism, benevolence, or utility but
never truly know which one until you see a gentleman getting paid to smile
offering you some complimentary In-N-Out water and an application to join the
Jim Jones cult and here I am feeling this way while 3D glasses are being placed
on my face and I laugh at marine wolves playing with matches because the cure
is worse than the disease but humans exaggerate reality and miss out on things
like bendy straws and the Spanish Inquisition to help explain why we need bad
moments in our lives just as much as we need good ones and maybe the music
scratches and wiggles into chords of collateral without us knowing.
Sometimes life
is like a multiple choice test from hell or like this paint that’s flooding to
my ankles, hushing the sounds of an unconscious group of belly buttons simultaneously
laughing at the punchline PARANOIA so much to the point that you never liked
me, just exploited me like a band with a business license or someone who doesn’t
have time to tell the truth but likes switching ego states more than once and
is bemused at the cheesy jokes they say on Hollywood Squares that let’s us get
familiar, let’s us get familiar with passing the English muffins down the table
and trying not to forget our father’s birthday again and eventually noticing
that future events are not facts, and mistaken beliefs tell me that the most
intimate person in my life was once a stranger and I need to get out somehow while
avoiding the front door and trying the windows, chimneys, and tunnels beneath
the house because if I like any of them, they have a 30 day return policy.
Like medicine balls
floating on half-eaten root beer floats, taxidermists are cheap nowadays and distinct
bristles hand me letters from pen pals I never had and my mind is leaking paint
while electricity dives through holes no bigger than a speeding ticket or a “>”
sign and the toxic molecules petition for a better Tae-Kwon-Do class like the
one’s on television that let you lie and play Tetris on early 2000’s cellular
phones not because they have to, but because they want to and by the end of the
day, we won’t have anything in common anymore and we’ll just have to listen to
an orchestra of salt shakers performing for humans like me and cats with Ebola.
Dory scratches
at the door again because she finished her food and wants more which lets me
notice my brushes are withered and my canvas is no longer blank and I smirk at
the masterpiece I’ve created and then rub my paint-drenched hands on my pants
so I don’t get any paint on Dory’s food.
Oh I love how you ended this, Gaston! Hmm, a flow so perfect, must have been a challenge to execute without the periods. It reminded me of what I had read somewhere: the brain prefers short sentences although it reads long sentences faster, taking relatively less time. And now I know that it's true. No speed bumps, and also, this has a really cool kind of flow, a detached-but-connected kind of flow. Funny and fun. Lovely and lively! And it was great to meet Dory again, haha. Some remarkable things to watch through the window would be: the marine wolves, sipping on psychosis, a psychological amusement park (I wish it really did exist), children playing with emotions, the leaking paint can metaphor, orchestra of salt shakers. I feel it was like a plane ride, taking off from a runway of reality, flying in a surreal sky and landing back on to real grounds, it was so satisfying. Love it :)
Posted 7 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
Thank you!
I didn't do cocaine, but I tried writing as if I had which is why I limited the pa.. read moreThank you!
I didn't do cocaine, but I tried writing as if I had which is why I limited the pauses haha
I look forward to reading more of your writing!
7 Years Ago
Ah, that explains it =) Gaston, you're full of cool ideas =D
Oh I love how you ended this, Gaston! Hmm, a flow so perfect, must have been a challenge to execute without the periods. It reminded me of what I had read somewhere: the brain prefers short sentences although it reads long sentences faster, taking relatively less time. And now I know that it's true. No speed bumps, and also, this has a really cool kind of flow, a detached-but-connected kind of flow. Funny and fun. Lovely and lively! And it was great to meet Dory again, haha. Some remarkable things to watch through the window would be: the marine wolves, sipping on psychosis, a psychological amusement park (I wish it really did exist), children playing with emotions, the leaking paint can metaphor, orchestra of salt shakers. I feel it was like a plane ride, taking off from a runway of reality, flying in a surreal sky and landing back on to real grounds, it was so satisfying. Love it :)
Posted 7 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
7 Years Ago
Thank you!
I didn't do cocaine, but I tried writing as if I had which is why I limited the pa.. read moreThank you!
I didn't do cocaine, but I tried writing as if I had which is why I limited the pauses haha
I look forward to reading more of your writing!
7 Years Ago
Ah, that explains it =) Gaston, you're full of cool ideas =D