jacques. dorme vous. dorme vous.." and i was reminded of the star splangled banner resulting from 'i love you. you love me.' --- and then a thought struck me when we returned the rca camera we should play the tune of frere jacques on the keyboard with the code descrambler. so, lisa loved the idea - bruiseplasma train - and we arrived, reznor center dq. returned camera - asked for keyboard. we didn't know the tune, but leighanna did, result "plasma is blood of fly in dragonsblood plasma. plasma island street. plasma island street" --- then orgy offered us some food, but the stuff doesn't appeal to me. and we asked them, "any ideas as far as what this could mean?" --- they just kind of looked around - orgy offered, "is there an island street around here?" --- good idea, be it simple. - so i looked at leighanna, maybe she'd know. but no, she didn't. so, without word from either of them, and only a wave from orgy, we left. and to the bruiseplasma train to a middle sextion of town, and we went to a gasstation, and asked about getting a map, and they had a little brochureholder style thing filled with multihued maps, that's to say poor quality inks of brown, tan, blue, and black. and there were even some photos printed with this shitty ink, colours, out of lines anyway. out of phase. and then we took the maps, and the storeclerk, some zitexplosion teen said, "quarter." --- "quarter?" --- "yeah, are you death?" -- "deaf." --- "yeah, quarter." --- so i gave him a quarter they used to be free. and then bruiseplasma back to apartment. and it's awfully cold, belowfreezing. the apartment is even colder than outside. blue light abounds. "here," says lisa. "have some buttercup." --- i accepted, what the hell, i thought, and she boiledup, and we drank -
dream - liquid - and my eyeballs walked around the ceiling - and then i saw a cloud, lowering itself around me - faded cunt, penis wrinkle - then gates of st peter - give love - and jesus died upon the cross for you - walking and - crashed through - lights, blinding - the flames burned cold - fell through, i hit the cold cemetery earth - falling, falling apart on - shores, oceans - our from part - me, creatures with their green plasma hair - damn this flashbackmemory, hermaphrodite explosion - falling into backstreetalley shops - bsa held at bay - coffee bean card, free cappuccinos, her's was way too sweet, way too creamy - as she lit up a cigarette, glowed red - burn some dragonsblood the smoke wraped around the hair of lisa - nervous bsa organisation - and this freak came up to me - bruiseplasma atmosphere - you know, on the way to an enemy meetng - the freak came up to me "come out of the woodwork, i did - it's my ball and i don't wanna play - and i'm vomiting like fiery termites, that's a dragonsblood syndrome - and i was called a hotsuncorset bastard, man - and they stole my toothpick hotspoon brushdevice" - fade to black and light up blue - cementshore coffeeshop, raves, smartdrinks, xtc, everything - she got a glass of water, to be his free pornshow, and in sex shops - midi synthesizerkeyboard, pigs lay dead - somebody taking an xacto blade carved their assholes, and lips - and leighanna appeared from
