Friday, November 26, 2004

The barriers of a limp cock.

1:55 am I’m dreaming of being at home

Sean is having dreams of the Calgary tower falling over. A one hundred and ninety meter decent annihilating a nightclub, or some such disembodiment of reality. He has them so regularly now that he has commandeered an escape route for every forty winks. He tells me this in the afternoon, and I’ll admit rarely did I notice he was even there until I heard this obscure fear haunting his psyche. Now I can do little but reflect on the elevator ride he is no doubt on right now, and the one he’s taken every night for the last fourteen years. What it must be like to breathe the manufactured air of a tilt-a-whirl for the fine dining set. The whole thing is very enticing to be sure, an automatic conversation is stimulated by those with the compulsion to rise above.

The whole structure breaks in two and he races to the kitchen to brace himself against a “barrier” wall. I leave “barrier’s” to the experts, but certainly in the event of such a catastrophe (as ridiculous as it seems) I would scurry for one such labeled wall as well. He tells me others have this dream and I recall a tornado picking me up in sleep years ago. Surely that doesn’t relate, does it? In the scheme of things (what a ridiculous saying) it’s all relative (another ridiculous saying!)…At sea level I could be chewed by a speedboat propeller, and if I made my living swimming amongst speedboats that might seem anxiety worthy, but it never amounts to be as tactile as what he explains.

Imagination should be given credit, but Polka-Dot door fed us a limp cock if we’re to rely on warning signs. Yes, I am saying the Calgary tower is a limp cock.


Combine Harvester3:17 PM

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