Could my nightmares be anymore realistically terrifying in a supersonic way? Holy crap. Who was that woman in the plaid bathrobe with skin glazed and sucked back into her body until all her bones stuck out, pulled back like wires with resistance? HOW DID HER EYES STAY IN HER HEAD? What was with all the freshly decapitated deer heads and why were they electrifying one another once stacked like totem poles? And why did the woman have to give birth to the most wheelin’ and dealin’ executive baby who only chose to speak at the end, just in time to give props when things went his soft-skulled, baldy way in the diner with all the overcast light? Ok. This is the second time I am vowing: now more resin for me. Halo, David Lynch. Halo, I’ve seen performance art pieces with muscular, naked men, painted all bright blue, writhing across the floor like worms being stepped on, only to rise and smash concrete with hammers bigger than their heads, right there in the gallery. And that was less scary than this woman who went into some kind of electric shock of skin tissue, even though I'd been sitting in the front row at this performance with pieces of conrete banging right under my feet.
Posted by caroline at August 6, 2006 10:38 AMi desperately wanted to call you last night thinking maybe you were the only one.
i didn't.
now, as i read this entry i am in a plaid robe.
At the end of my bed, i have a cabinet full of deer bones and i have been told this is my spirit animal.
i the one who been reading about totem poles for the past week.
if it were anyone else, i would go through the motions of asking you if you're actually fucking kidding me but i know that would be moot because a) it's you and b) it's you.
ok. but now i need to talk to you.
i had a dream i was raped last night in the strangest way.
Posted by: caroline at August 11, 2006 11:48 AM