The Euphoric Human Junkyard

I was readjusting to human skin that morning. Much time had been spent in the body of the earthworm. I Wiggled through mud, hiding from the blind moles and their salivating lips and the robotic eskimos with their spears above the surface of the polar earth. The barrier of time had blown away and in my two hours of sleep I took my fill of months. Stuck at the north pole, shivering in moving fear, I was in paradise. A man who inhabits only my dreams and perhaps a single, forgotten memory approached me. He stroked my hair with his warm hand and told me this. Dishdawash, you must suffer tomorrow. You must make yourself feel rotten and pointless. You are to laugh at the face of this despondency, for in doing so, you'll finally understand the true nature of the negative.  My eyes opened and revealed to me again the dream of the waking world. Thus dawns the journey that would spin me faster than any planet could ever dream to orbit.
Sights for sore eyes polished my teeth, making them shine like mirrors, reflecting your smiles. First Nemo, then Calypso Bizaar, then Dave, then Reanna. The motor vehicle picked up speed as it went quickly down the veins of society, vibrating my gizzards and making me feel quite odd. Around us were many stationary, green fireworks (There are always many to be found in California) and within us there was an ever increasing bond between us being wrapped and tangled in explosive accordion solos. The channeled music of many excited, vehement minds played. Dave let his vocal chords shiver like guitar strings and the rest joined in when they could as the air thinned and refined outside. Thank Gamab for the sea! Kaleidoscopes and thick apple cores were my business for a short time as I began effortlessly liquifying the third planet from the sun. This very planet roams around in my head, along with the sights of myself and others. If we so please we can be anything. Be it a solid, a liquid, or gas. I felt loved and loving. Than, things began to get fishy.
My arm was the swimming hole of a blindingly white mouse. It pops up out of the water, gives an adorable little squeak, and hides in my liquid humorous again. I felt the little bastard under my skin. This is not a breeding ground for pests, I thought. It traveled to the shore that was the back of my neck and embraced the waves of my hair. This will not do! Dave gave it a firm squishing, sending it on it's way to death. A Sigh of confused relief came over me. My life was changing before my eyes. Here we are, at the euphoric human junkyard.
The news was sung that Sir Paranoia, dressed in lavish, robotic apparel, would merge his ardent aura with our hybrid of vibes. I was excited for Calypso Bizaar, for it had been a long while since she last snip snap photographed the other side of the crimson sky, and I wanted to be with her every step of the way, adjusting that aperture for a good, crisp, sharp image. I took an invisible coin from behind her ear, and before her closed eyes I tossed it into the sky. There it would stick and become our sun, illuminating the world from thereon out.
Some krazy krauts with their soul stealer quickly burst into our lives, as if from right under us, and interviewed Calypso on a few 21st century topics. They disappeared as mysteriously as they arrived and we couldn't help but giggle. Your face now flies across the Atlantic! A smiling man and his music emitter emerged, as if from out of a technicolor heep of jolly ash, and began to sing his ditty. His upper teeth were tremendous! He controllably convulsed about with his roller bladed walkers, his eyes locked on Calypso, muttering lyrics of a highly... muttered nature. We gazed at this spectacle for a short while and then vamoosed. Reanna and Dave went about their own devices for a short time whilst we others and our hodge-podge of goods found refuge on the spinning, popping, growing grass. Suddenly, dream logic began to prevail yet again over my bamboozled noggin. Well guys, am I asleep and in my memory? So says I to the excited, female table (who by the by formed a profound camaraderie with a local, red billed gull). No Dishy, you're awake! So says the table to I. I have been fooled before, so to be certain, I tried to take off in flight, to no avail. Oh...!! HA! So says I to a gee-tar strumming Nemo. She and her poised, relaxed, essential presence that day.
A stoned fellow, with his nearly closed eyes filtered further by his hat, sat with us and cryptically mumbled of he and his uncle's notoriety in the satanic and wiccan community. He suckled on our orange and went on his way. We comfortably thought "What the flying fuck was he about?".
We put our feet in motion on the surface of this spinning, useless rock we arrogantly call "Earth" as my mind begins going from a liquid to a gas. This is a good time for an absurdly puerile comedy routine from a just-over-hefty, sweaty, un-showered man. His routine was slowed by his fidgety hand motions as he picked up the props that seal the deal on his bubblegum gang level puns that somehow tickled our fancies a great deal, perhaps because we wanted to support his antics if nothing else. He told stories of death and hyperbolized tears. Ha! No seriously, he was funny. Too bad we didn't have much change for him. The falling actions of his marvelous play was accompanied by the Saren, who was shrouded in legend and mystery that day. With him he brought his perplexing but exciting trains of thought, which would baffle the lot of us as he always does. I mean that in the best possible way.
After staring at the walls of the bathroom exterior going "Holy jumping shit!", we began to walk along on the beach. I was in a paradise far superior to my earthworm escapades, for this paradise was shared by the smiling faces and minds of those who put meaning in my life. The sun reflecting on the surface of the sea stunned me and for the first time in a loooong time, the vertigo of the shore didn't kick in. Looking at the sand I walked upon happier than i've ever walked before,  I gazed in awe at the footprints. A memento of past experiences. What we're their stories? Maybe somebody will see my steps before they are done away with by destructive time and wonder something similar. To the right of me were my chums and well-wishers speaking well of my words and ideas. In turn, life felt more fruitful than ever. We sat and stared at the subtle, crashing waves, together in eternity. I wanted to burst into tears but I thought of an even greater act of confident self abasement. I saw Reanna remove her shoes and I felt a hot, blue flame light under my ass. My shoes, valuable pocket materials, and shirt flew off faster than you can kill a dead mermaid and, with my eyes locked on Saren, I threw myself into the shallow waters, as if baptizing myself. I felt the water fill and hollow out the deep crevices of my nose as the pasty sand enveloped my ears and open, agitated eyes. The current quickly started sucking me back and I let it do so! My back scraped against the rough treasures half buried in the beautiful muck. I ran as quickly as I could back to my friends. I conquered my fear of the vast ocean and all of it's mysteries.
I enveloped my skin in sand, oh the sand!! I was freezing in the cold winds as I made myself filthy while I basked in my drenched pants and undies. My love for the others present made my back hurt, but Dave decided to "form the earth" upon it with sand, ridding it of this ache and replacing it with tingling sensations all through my gutty-wuts. Nirvana, eat your heart out. I had reached Moz deeper than I ever had before. So much deeper, actually, that I had to write of it on my arm. We were considering writing "It can be" on my bare chest but through circumstances I can't quite recall, it didn't happen.
Dave sang his magnum opus and a few other powerful tunes as his hands blurred and twitched all about his faithful, vibrating strings. i told a story to Saren in the sand of shattering centipedes digging under a wall, vanishing, and then sneaking up behind him, attempting and failing to knock him to the floor. I'm a proud weakling. Calypso, Sir Paranoia, and I took a lengthy amount of time figuring out how to transport our things to the rocks, but we decided instead to take shifts on traveling over there. Dave, in his tickly glee, began running along side a fellow embracer of the many suns of this dying, gorgeous world of ours and I had never been happier for him. We cheered Dave on as the fellow's friends (Where was he from again Dave?) cheered him on. I felt like I knew the people twenty feet to our left for years, even though I saw them for about six or seven seconds. That's living.
Calypso and I walked upon the rocks, gazing at the dead jellyfish and urchins and exploring, with our eyes, the crashing walls of white, bubbly water. Mist occasionally overcame us as we laughed at a single little duck being abrasively thrown about in the waves. Gosh that thing was having it rough, but it seemed rather benign about the whole thing so we didn't lose sleep over it. We concluded that birds own the realm of dreams, for they inhabit the waters, the land, and the skies. I told her a few things about the nature of our bodies, lightening, and the importance of feeling life, because when we die, we won't be able to feel a thing. She gave me a hug and thanked me. I wanted to cry again. I never felt more connected and accomplished in my life. I don't think you guys realize how happy you make me when you say i'm changing your lives. No... happier than that.
Suddenly, out of the welcomed blue, Dave began chasing after me. I ran and screamed in fear as he began catching up to me. He fell to the floor and utterly failed!! I am victorious! Gosh, that was fun. I then taught Reanna, Sir, and Calypso how to pass out, making them laugh. Reanna kept tickling me by saying that the things I say should all be written down. Oh how flattered I was! Suddenly, I began to feel incredibly flushed. The cold became a bit much and I had greater difficulty enjoying things. The test that the man of my dreams wished upon me was beginning.
We started walking around in the shops, exchanging jokes, ideas, and good cheer. I began feeling truly sick and I desired greatly to pull blankets over me and sleep. Very quickly though, I started to laugh at the face of this despondency, for I was truly beginning to understand the true nature of the negative. It can be positive! I wanted to throw myself a parade. My life was changed from this shitty feeling, for the stench of it turned to the beautiful smell of all the flowers of all the planets of all the galaxies. I was still in Moz. Calypso kept expressing concern about me and I kept assuring her that I was, infact, in a greater bliss than I was when I was feeling well earlier. I had accomplished what I had wanted to for my whole life. Thank you, the man of my dreams.
During our shopping, I noticed that the sun was setting. It was pink and shining a light on the clouds overhead, making them look like a beautiful, painted landscape. One of the stand-owners stood completely still as he gazed upon the awesome sight of the earth spinning into the night. I stared at the descending giver of all that I know and felt the most genuine beauty I've ever felt. When it sunk behind the watery horizon, the others went into a gypsy/buddhist shop of some sort. I stood outside and finally allowed myself to cry my eyes out. That sight was the greatest experience of my waking and dreaming life, which is saying so much.
In the new-found night, we found a fellow named Neil. He welcomed our gang with open arms and introduced us to some of his friends. We felt so involved with them. For the first time, I felt totally and unquestionably accepted by all the strangers around me. So many hugs were given. So many songs were sung. So many smiles were stimulated. Paradise in the euphoric human junkyard, we shall return to you again. The rest of our journey together that day was spent laughing, nostalgically recalling, discussing ideas, and laughing some more. Back in La Crescenta we were surrounded again by people who chose to move slow, so as to not over-excite themselves. We lit Vons, not the dull, fluorescent lights over-head. The rest of our lives is beginning my friends. Let us squish the Gods with our fingers. Let us boil the oceans with our grins. Let us melt the kingdoms with our blood. Let us grow the forests with our aura. Let us explode stars with our gaze. Let us.. let us.. let us!!