Wow.

Maybe it's just the reading material, but I think that everyone should Read This Now.

That is all.

Dreams: Invisibles, Promethea, King Rat, Farscape

I'm in a van, and we're travelling across the country, looking for tiny Museums, with portraits of gods and spirits, looking for the representationis of ourselves. It's me, Jack Frost, some woman named Muriel, King Mob, in the background, and an older Marv, from the Five Swell Guys, in Promethea. We've been in the van for days, traveling around the country and the world, and we find a small museum, somewhere I've been before, and the layout is a combination of all the sectoins of Horizon's and the old Capital Children's Museum all smushed together, really small, about the size of my living room. There are sand-paintings and tapestries on the walls, as well as small peices of jewelry. It feels, in part, like that underground club I found, in dream, a long time ago. Everyone has a room. Everyone has a place, in this place, that holds representations of them, through the years. I'm staring at raven repesentations from cultures that didn't have ravens, so far as history knows, and seeing the destruction of the world, woven in dark and bright lines of thread. Jack comes in to tell me that Muriel and Marv have bolted. We have to find them, so we run out of the museum, through the school, where we find Younger Jack, or younger Me, teaching a class of children, telling them that everything they know is a lie, and completely true. That, if they want a phone call, they have to keep questioning the material that they are given. We group back together, and head out.

We're behind the building, and there are loading docks, but it's a house, like someoen living out a storage space. I know that mech_angel is around, but I don't know precisely where. Bruce Banner is here, and he's trying to remain calm, and not get pissed at Marv. He's trying not retain control over the Hulk. I know, in my head, that Detective Crowley, from King Rat is in the museum we just left, and that he's being played by Harvey Keitel. We have to find Marv and Muriel. Their helth is of key importance.

I'm walking with greygirlbeast, through some part of either New Orleans, or a small town, in the North Georgia mountains, surrounded by trees, or both. Apparently, she's misplaced Spooky, and we have to find her. The forest, here, is swamp forest, but much cooler than swamp tends to be. In one of the bars, near the outskirts of town, we find rubberdux, sitting at the bar, with her music playing, as if she's singing, but it's her, singing to herself, in a totally non-narcissistic way, but more sad, like the bar had done something to separate her from herself.

Something sexual, in there, in terms of sensations of hands or limbs on bodies, feelings corporeal movements.

All of the things and people to and about whom I've been talking, all swirling together, last night, seeds growing themselves....

It's my birthday, tomorrow.

I'm going to the Vortex in Little Five, and I don't expect you to come, on such sort notice, really. But if you'd like to, we'll be there at roughly 9.30. Just ask someone where I am, and it'll probably be the patio.

Later.

Ben Folds Five - [Smoke]--- Oh, and I'll probably be reading Jung and Miéville, all day, to finish up, and get in gear.

Ta

Birthday Announcement:

It's time, once again, for my It's My Birthday, So Here Are Your Presents Romp.

What do you want from me?

Haiku, piece of music, [comic]book/movie/television recommendation, story, prophecy, divination? Pick one, and it's yours.

Let me know, before 4.44am of the 16th, either here, or in email.

I'm out. Time to get some work done, down at the office.

Heheheheheh. "Office."