Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Thursday, September 20, 2007

I want a new drug...

...or to go back on an old one: Lunesta. The Lunesta-freak, lacking grass, needs the stuff to maintain an equilibrium which, however, is not always conducive to my Work: the Self remains untransmuted while the art which drives me remains Lead. He drives the batmobile thru an Invisible, Mind-Warped Landscape, where the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System, jealous of his superior intellect, has sicked Bozo Rebebo on him, a bottle of vodka on top of 4 purple micro-dots, as "He was always bitching to VADIS about his nervous breakdown, & now we've really given him something to worry about."

VADIS is a sadist: ermine furs, "Dawn on Pluto:" after Dominique & Kathy dropped the blood pressure cuff off yesterday, I did some research on the dwarf planet, in order to further develop the encounter between Roxy & the TC. The Music is your only friend...

Being cold & rainy yesterday, Trish rode the cab to & from Pizza Hut. About the point where I'd reached an impasse with TC, I turned off the machine, & waited for my girl. Soon the Bumble Bee Girl entered, cold & wet. Spraying dishes tends to do that to you.

We ate early, frozen mixed vegetables & chili-mac (leftover), then Jeffer Auss came over. I asked him the favor of turning on the furnace, but he insisted on vacuuming out all the dust it'd collected over the summer.

The machine wouldn't work.

We called Karen; she explained that the hollow sphere needs water. In a few moments following proper hook-up, the dust had all been sucked into the water, & the water had wound up in the toilet, where Trish worried about the dense particles that had settled to the bottom.

Lighting the thing turned out to be more of a chore for Jeffer than I thought it'd be: twist, depress, spark, hold, turn -- he had to read the card. Which of course I'd do it, were it not for my foot.

We watched a VHS the Invisible Library had dumped for 50 cents. I could see why: all it consisted of was 3 women, all involved with film-making, rambling & ranting at random.

Trish wanted to hit the sack around 9:30, Jeffer left; I fixed peanut butter crackers, so I could take a pain pill at 10:00.

Fell asleep OK. Went to the bathroom at 3:00-something, lay awake for hours, finally fell back asleep until 6:00.

Today, I look forward to a Dawn Imperious, a lucky little lady in the City of Ice. Working with her, Roxy inspiring dread androgyny, will allow the character development to terminate with humanity's leaping to the stars. Not to mention some pretty good Music.

& all the Vadisystems with all their sweet, pretty talk can all go take a fucking walk.

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