Vincent Van
Gogh’s paintings
were the
setting for my latest
dream. A
swirling universe
of bold
bright colors set against
impossibly
weird imaginings.
The dream
started with drugs.
Hard drugs,
cocaine and the like,
being
discussed like a United
Nations
counsel meeting on
water usage
in Uganda.
It was all
very professional
yet everyone
involved seemed
high as
kites and as amped up
as a tween
at a One Direction
show.
The subject
then turned to a
new threat
ravaging the world,
Stink bugs.
These were not your
ordinary
stink bugs, no, not at all.
These stink
bugs were very furry.
And they
communicated with
each other
by farting.
These
drugged out professional types
were rabidly
discussing the terrors
of these
fuzzy farting bugs in great
detail. The bugs are the size of your
fist and lie
on their backs, and fart.
There was a
large slide show projection
to show
these hideous little critters on
their backs,
farting to each other through
their
puckered ani. Their furry bodies
shivering
with each release.
The bugs had
large suckers on
their faces,
where a mouth should be,
they had
thick black beards that transitioned
into a grey
fur over their prone
and often
rippling abdomen.
They took
many deep quivering
breaths to
fill their fart sacks.
It was very
Naked Lunch in the
David Cronenberg
sense, not the
Burroughs
sense. But pretty close.
The bugs
were a menace and the constant fart
noise was
enough to make everyone
start taking
drugs.
Apparently
the only way to get
through your
day was to be extraordinarily
high to
avoid the constant sound
of the
farting stink bugs and the rotten
odor they
constantly produced.
My alarm
clock went off,
6:35 am.
I lay there
for a moment, waiting
to hear the
sound of the fart bugs,
but it was
thankfully quiet save for
the roar of
traffic on the street.
http://atomictoasters.com/2012/08/the-starry-night-and-tributes/
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