dreamy misdictations
ad proclaims A NEW NUMBER 2, coming soon
the Number yet has always been among us, hid in child rhyme & counts along the Avenue
graffiti kid, his belly huge, the size of Chris Farley, on the up in swinging London. is signed to Decker records yet the video record spotty, then it stops till his Discovery Tour in late 2020
my 2 a.m. dictation of a dream. i dictate this in afternoon, when vision, vibe, graining all have faded.
the nite's words are all i have. mystications, surely, in the scribing.
misdictations: mistranscribed as mystications, recently
my dreams are mystications and the poor dictation blurs it worse. thirteen hours later, it's opaque to me.
can’t recall an image, but remember that the Android put my Decca down as Decker; and my size of Chris Farley's down as size of Chris Farley, and i kept them in as flaky tech felicities.
yet what about the prompts?
dog you say, and ask me to Associate.
aspirating alligators—
so do i reply, yet is it dream-derived? or errant from a picture book gone moldy now—mem of happy StoryTime?
neither, if i’d guess, for my answer did alliterate: aspirating alligators.
lol, the As i mean. the aah was just my lethargy, followed by a lazy-baby laa-laa game.
another, let us press: happiness u say.
horniness, i sociate—again a lazy kinder-play: i spewed an easy assonance.
yet what about the prompts? those too are mine, you see: my unprompted answers, from the wash of my Unconsciousness—swum up from my fetid nest—an inky mess until i have me tea & two bisky!
then again, horniness is near on any mornin, izza daily Good Bet! alligators, too: a star of every nightmare. the Dragon in the St George & Dragon print that's alli-like—it’s tiny-unimpressive—the lance twice the length of this supposed Beast it’s lancive of—yr horse about to stomp the worm, dropping from its rearing, dancing death.
writing prompt: the X were
the Wailers were, the Beatles were:
our MCs International for transiting to color
from mono into stereo
write it as specific as: a concert was so someone found a mental independence from the Adi Da's Fiji Isle ego-hell.
write is as specific as: a concert, Michael Hedges.
thanks-ü, Mikklo Hedgerai; a theme i’ll now ask Maa-Jaa 5 to render.
hyper-real yet Psychedelic. shot in close yet Isometric. duotone and maybe with a Cal Arts aesthetic. and keep it Golden Ratio, and sorta cinematic—try a 2:1 aspect.