1. A dense multi-colored jam of logs floats downstream - insoluble aimless wandering.
2. Painted wooden balls knock against each other, over and over, according to logorithms - a quiet but insistent clicking.
3. Gas-fingers rise from the well and replace breathable air with choke. It doesn’t last long.
4. Birthday candles melt and take all thoughts with them into puddles of pink wax.
5. A head is off the side of a bed, its hair sweeps the floor. Each of the strands is a ladder to an inverted mouth.
6. Tangles amass, in and on the head, and cause a waking.
7. Next, a ransacking, a paddling of fleshy terrain, where messages are embedded in redness, a code of burn-signals that revive the nerve endings.
8. A repetitive violent wave action causes fish to smash against rocks, white foam to appear and disappear.
9. All windows are open, accepting microscopic guests through the mesh.
10. Thousands of chirping birds create patterned curvatures within the spine, a wafting of breezes up the corridor that bring paralysis, a kidnapping.
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I did see the gas fingers when I was in the well. It turned brown all around me and they left fingerprints on my neck, but I was always able to and knowing I could breath. It wasn't scary.
Yucky pounding inside chest cavity. Wine consumption needs to begin at once. Can't escape own brain but would like to.
The light glinting off the moss on the foremost timbers refracts and pulses a synaptic message. Am I thinking this or is this thinking me. No matter, none. I am the thought that flows downstream, catching briefly on muddy shores and sandbars. My logs jam. I twist and tumble through the canyons of primordial forests. Rapids and dams, rapids and dams. I breath underwater, I hold my breath for what, for giving. I expect to die for what? For giving. I eddy now needlessly. I eddy and wait. I leave a bough on the rocky shore. For what?
Mountain Man--the brain needs droplets of wine and / or Jesus Juice to function more betterer. I prescribe a flask at once.
Shall I send over the oxy?? I know we have been trying to cut down...
I don't know Logjam. It confuses me. Purposeless movements, momentary distractions, ecstatic pulls coming and going...for what, I can't tell you. It is nothing. It is good to produce useless objects. It is good to commune, to be alert and numb.
Oxy would be a welcome format.
Vertical drips arriving now. Immersion in moss is pertinent. You need to learn to speak less abstractly MM. What are you afraid of?
I like your list.
I will build a log cabin then. A purposelessness beyond imagining. A sheltered disaster.
The cave calls.
I love log cabins and sheds, Logjam. Will you build one for me?
Does it draw blood with the flesh gets pounded?
Sometimes. You can drink the blood if you want to, warm is best.
Of course.
On a rocky overhang. Many rafters, many lofts, cubbies and closets. Everything can be hidden or put on display at will. Wide plank floors and a wraparound porch.
My head is upside down now. I am suggesting the inversion to all.
Open.
I am trying the inversion as you have suggested MM. gas is rising.
Is there anything I can do MM?
Faster, hammypaw, kill! kill!
Much interesting Shift Progress, Mountain. Enormous Shape-Shift, many lucks and most from nowhere, without warning. Climb hair ladder to much sun. Open mouth like world in woods and scream "Open mouth." Kidnap yourself without blame. Astonishing forest. Many reverent to you.
Hammy, you could make a flail with the armrest and some pens... or even better, do you have X-acto blades there?
What the @#% are you talking about Ham Paw and Sloth? Are you lost? Have you misblogged?
Anonymous, if you had been paying attention, you would know exactly what we were talking about!
Snippy Sloth.
Careful of your snaggle claw.
I am all for the killing! Kill, kill, kill.
I love your writing Mountain Man. You always find a way into my head. Your blog is by far the most strange and fascinating thing I have ever encountered. Please keep keepin' on. You are very adorable. I want to be your girl.
Sorry Anonymous, but Sloth does not like the sneak attack.
Ham. Slow down, I don't want you to hurt yourself with the chair parts. You must make the moves calculated, you are very fragile in your build and visage. I am behind you 100%.
Candy you are a lovely girl. You may be my girl if you would like.
Krix consider the gas bubbles like petunias of your soul. They are sweet windowbox flowers, let them come over you with or without pain.
Sloth may I shine your fur with deep conditioners? I will brush out each strand carefully. They will be like ladders to your mouth, as I suggested. I will go into your mouth and dwell for a period of days. You will not notice me for I am smaller than dust now. Disappearing.
Candy is sweet.
Ham Paw, can your paws be sliced and eaten with mustard? Yum.
I would love to be your girl, Mountain Man. Can I wear your clothes and cook for you? I always say, "Yes." I want to wander through you.
My clothes may be awfully big for you Candy, I am almost 7 feet tall. They may be stained and hair-ridden as well. But I am very very interested in a girl who likes to cook MM stew and pie for me. I am very interested in having a lovely girl to play hopscotch patterning with me.
Are you aware that I am mental?
The message is in the strands. Please be concerned to read it. Please witness the outstanding mess upon inversion. The gas business is not easy.
Perhaps Candy could ride in your mountainman pouch, mm. like a kangaroo pup.
Good idea Sloth. This pouch is very roomy.
I would do anything Mountain Man asked, Sloth. I love the idea of swimming in oversized clothes near a cabin hearth. I would lovingly cook stew and I did I mention I make my own crust for Mountain Pie. I don't know what hopscotch patterning is, but I will try almost anything and I love repetition. Mountain Man, your writing infects me. I will be yours.
Can my butler & I join in candy in the pouch? We will make ourselves miniature and play tiny instruments. some slim whitman tunes.
Mountain?
just for 15 minutes. I am not trying to hone in candy. I would like a pouch ride ONLY.
Candy, Sloth understands completely your devotion to the MM. There are so many reasons for the deepfelt love. Perhaps you might want to try some stalking?
Oh Fairy,
You are more than welcome if that is what Mountian Man wants. Any friend of his is a friend of mine. I would cook for you too; Mountain Pie and Baked Alaska. Does your Butler have any dietary restrictions?
Sloth,
Thank you. I feel so alone in my love for him sometimes. I fear to express it may be all consuming. I have been waiting outside his cabin for days, leaving small presents on his stoop and flowers on his stone walls. Is that stalking?
Well, kind of, but MM thrives on inappropriate attentions.
Sloth, you are right about this. I love inappropriate pouch rides, groping, trading of goon insults. You are wise. Please make selves miniature Candy and Fairy. It is time for a bumpy ride. A soundtrack of flute tunes would be a nice accompaniment. I am practicing my amble-waltz.
Candy you are delightful. It is time for the baths to begin.
MM, Sloth loves, worships, and adores you. Big fat hearts. Candy and FB will have to make room in the pouch. Hope you don't mind smelly green fur. MM, get ready for the groping and the pinching!
Sloth, you seem cute. I want to pet you.
Mountain Cutie,
Don't get jealous. I want only you, Sloth is friendly friend. So much love here.
candy, you must watch out for MM's back, there are birds in pattern which must be fed. A curvature is formed with much love.
Candy, you are sweet to offer so much love. What flavor is your candy? Is it rock type or jelly type? I am not jealous of your desire to pet the lovely Slothy. I wish to pet and shine Sloth too. Maybe we can take Sloth out shopping for some new items when Sloth returns. Whatever Sloth needs for log, we can help. Sloth is the most generous-hearted Sloth and deserves many presents. MM feels less spinal today, more curved by birds. Less horrified by own brain today. Hi Kitten #2. You are meow.
I will lovingly watch MM's back. I want to braid pearls into his back hair and condition his tufts.
Many interesting, but much ignorant of bird curvature. What makes? How many sun is?
I am imagining little baby birds in a nest, pleadin' for a feedin'. Is this the curvature you speak of? Or is it a flight pattern? A wing feather? Roadkill?
The birds chirp and cause vibrations which bend the spine into pleasing curve, it is not a hunchback situation. The spine becomes hollow and the breezes tunnel up inside. Cooling. Nice. Hi Sushi!!!!!!!! GOOD MORNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You are a gumdrop of the universe today.
I have head of this bird position. It is grand to behold one who is committed to it. The inversions are possible. Sticking to the wall is almost possible.
I am for the sweets. Hi Candy. Have we met before? You are many.
Hi Sugar,
I am many and one, like An Everlasting Gobstoppper, I just won't quit. I think I might have seen you around, I think the Soda Jerk introduced us.
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