Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Vertumniac


I had a dream the other night that I was entirely composed of vegetation. I had everything at my fingertips -- food, photosynthesized energy, complete environmental self-sustainability. And then I woke up, realizing it was actually a nightmare. My body was shuddering uncontrollably as my organic memory was suffering a flashback to an overdose at a wheat grass juice bar in Vancouver during the late 90s.

Thanks, Ativan.

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  1. Hey, you can take the boy outta B.C., but you can't take B.C. Bud outta the boy!!

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  2. A vivid powerful dream and a valuable warning.

    Old Ollie

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  3. A rather unsettling exposition. Reminds me of a film I paid money to see once, half-in-the-bag I was, going in, it was called The Fountain starring Hugh Jackman of Wolverine fame. Apparently it was the same director as The Wrestler. This cinematic enigma was a mixed bag of Mayan axiology, a spirit shape-shifting through time, poor lighting, marathon crying scenes with Hugh and his wife, a light peppering of Neitchze's Eternal Recurrence culminating with Hugh Jackman's character morphing into a bed of flowers and wheat grass. Fell asleep 3/4 way through but when discussing with a cute art major afterwards, apparently I was an expert on the film. Most likely my drunken slur and popcorn covered shirt betrayed that image as she didn't call me again.

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