this is the life

Back to the basics

Sushi for a hangover is the best method to approach the situation. The screen tells me to pick what I must and go from there. New wave technology, at its finest, boggles my mind. Alien wavelengths. Untimed beings. The water arrives briefly and now my briefing makes sense.

The girl with the Platinum hair and the glasses. She tilts her glasses because she knows I'm watching. She is a master with chopsticks.

Next page. A conversation with myself in the washroom. I look in the mirror and wonder where I am again. This is the mission, get your head together. I've gone berserk. She poisoned me with her Platinum hair. The eye drops, the roofies. She's playing both sides. Double agent.

Better drink more water, shake this off. Then all the food arrives. I have to leave, leave without paying the 17.99 but I need crisp, fresh air.

I make myself dry heave in the snow. Trying to puke up as much venom as possible. All I can retch up is chunks of pink steak and rice.

The smell is awful. The poison must be absorbed in my system by now. No matter how much nausea, I seem light headed. A headache as dull as a noose. Serated like the end of a blade. Is this the end of zombie Shakespeare?

And then I wake up and it's another dream. The Platinum haired girl is laying next to me. The condom still squeezing my member. She leans over to face me and I give her a kiss. She gets up and gets dressed, takes the twenty dollar bill I left for her on the nightstand. I go back to bed and back to my dreamworlds. Back to a place where I am safe. Except for the plague of sanity that shatters through my unconscious mind.

The dream knows its conclusion. It starts with a direction. We can control it. The ending is already written, the rest is all foreshadowing.We see what we are in dreams. But at  the same time are dreams casts us into a realm of existential space.

We are numbers in space time. To survive. To over compensate. To dream is to survive. Unless your stuck in the attic. Listening to Neil Diamond on repeat and reading Playboy magazines. For their articles.

This is the life.