some heavens
pixel dust! by jeff noon, what a swell collection of narcotic alice land ideas, urban fairy tales. If anything, I sometimes think Johnny (Depp) belongs in there. Tween the pages. Or Tim Burton. If he began to like all the colours in a drughaze, cyber kitsch & slippery marionette bordella girls. With (burning) mansions in their pockets. I have read only 30 pages. I ♥ it much already. (Need to go now and read Vurt, acid feather dreams.)
It was crazy; "His mother wiped her sad eyes with the birthday shadow". I thought that was so sad, shadow tissues! Because shadows cure everything by putting tears and other things in the dark, where you forget. Because trying to cheer up a person with sparks and loops and other forms of well-intentioned happy dribble, is rather useless - light exacerbates darkness. The more light, the more opposite. The more alienation and the deeper the shadows have to reach to heal.
Not only that, the boy purchased a penny ghost! & played with him all evening long. & then there's the Spookaholics. Drinking their Spooks. Twisting the Rubiks cube bottletops into a zillion different mathematical combinations to release just the right flavours: Strawberry, Orange, Lemon, Apple, Cola, Elderberry = SOLACE.
Midnight black, Tasted like heaven I tell you. Like heaven washing over my tongue.
Heaven = my aeroplane here. Squeezing through marshmallow clouds in our pale blue tea cup earth. The moon? A curled up saucer, not quite ready to unfold, to show us our fortune, through the tea leaves left behind. Do you see it? Our mirror. Empty. Borrowing the light always from somewhere else. The Sun. Curled up, it will uncurl. Show us everything! It will show us everything that will happen like hyperactive magnets and miaos; we can finally be Venusian. They have acid rain there, you know? But their skin is gorgeous sour, pale turquoise sour, & when you kiss them? Crackles. Like crackling candy in your mouth. You know the stuff. Sparks, these strange crazy rocks on your tongue. Rocketing.
Heaven = Gorecki.