going through the mountainsIt’s
night, and I’m actually going through the mountains, hearing some
kind of bombing now, this is, some kind of fat beats coming with the
wind, and then, it kinda disappears, even so, as I go down some
valley I’m actually hearing different echoes of it, coming from
various directions, and then, it extinguish, and comes back again…
and, as it goes, I get to understand that, it can be heard only from
certain angles and, thus, in the meanwhile, I even climb some mounds,
some hillocks, and, as I do it, I do cover one of my ears and twirl
around, trying to disclose from where/which side was/is this/that
bombing sound actually coming, and subsequently, as I get the answer,
downhill I go, already jumping over the heaths and the brooms,
passing on the side of some big boulders, diving into the cliffs and
then, I’m arriving at the moat, and again, as I arrive here, I’m
hearing different echos of that bombing again, and, as it goes, I
look up at the starts, moving, drawing figures that tell something
about something, and so, after the moat comes the barbed wire, and
after the barbed wire there is this actually a gross wall, that I
climb, and then, as I reach its top, I can finally watch what is
further, this is, at my front there is a huge clearing, a large open
area with some kind of oval buildings here and there, live big
aquariums, old fashions gyms, or, who knows, disabled armament
factories, and so, now I get it, the bombing sounds are/were actually
coming from there, and, as I look better at it, it looks like, each
of these pavilions are actually producing different kinds of bombing
sounds, but, all is mixing here, on the top of this gross wall, and
so, at this point I stare at the sky again, trying to make sure
if this sounds are actually coming from the earth or from the sky,
and again, I see the stars moving, and then, as I’m looking down
again, on my front, in between these buildings/pavillions, now I can
vizualize some kind of silhouettes moving around, and so, as I see
it, there I go, already descending from this gross wall, and as it
goes, after the wall there is another moat, and after the moat
another row of corrugated barbed wire, and just then, I’m actually
running free through the plains, and, as I run, the melange of
bombing sounds that I was hearing before, now, it looks like the
sounds of various helicopters prowling over my head, and so, as I go,
I get to some groups of people, some wearing toxic masks on their
faces, others dressed as gorillas, others dressed as old-fashion
sportsmen, and also, there is some small groups of cheerleaders here
and there, doing their stunts while the gorillas run around them, far
away from here, and then, now, as I get to one of these big
pavilions/aquariums, I see some colourful decorations attached to its
gazed/rusty structures, nonsense stuff, and I also see that actually
there is no doors on it, just some small round windows a couple of
meters above the ground, and thus, as it goes, here and there I see
people clambering through the walls with the help of sticks, this is,
guys and girls with tattered clothes shining in the dark, some of
them falling while trying to climb, and, I do not stay at one place
much time, this is, I go around, to check the structures of the
others pavilions, to see if there is any doors, but no, soon I get to
understand that it’s all the same, there is no doors, only the same
round windows located some meters above the ground, and thus, while
running from pavillon to pavillon, I also pass by some group of guys
and girls, strange creatures doing some kind of acrobatics, stances
adaptated from medieval times, some kind of martial arts, etc. And,
as it goes, in the meanwhile, some of these guys dressed in gorilla
suits are coming running in my direction, and I, well, I just run
away from them, this is, there I go, moving towards the pavilion that
is furthest away from here, and so, again, feelling the choppers
prowling over my head, and, then, with the help of a sick, as I saw
the others doing, I’m already going for one of these round windows,
and then, as I go through it, jumping inside, this is, now sinking
into this glitched-ambient sounds, down-tempo beats, an ambience that
makes my feet slip over imaginary bananas… and also, I may say
that, the light here is reduced, and so, as I go through the dance
floor, a series of shiny-blue teeth heads are actually dancing around
me, and me also, here I go now, wobbling the skeleton, feeling the
groove… and then, as those silhouettes are actually coming closer
and closer, like, imitating my moves while dancing, this is, at some
point there are a bunch of them around me, opening and closing their
mouth… sticking their tongues out, making it dance also, and me,
well, I find it funny, so, I essay to do the same as them, and, as I
do it, this is, while my tongue is out, I feel something landing on
it, and, well, I like its taste, so, I chew it during long time, and,
while chewing, I keep turning around, warming up, expanding
consciousness, and, in the meanwhile, as I keep dancing, turning
around, sliding over imaginary ice bars, I hear screams echoing,
whispers coming in endless spirals… this is, oblique gestures
announcing intentions of sporadic levitation… and then, I also see,
big eyes opening on the shabby faces of the ones dancing around me,
and, as I look at it, I even can discern different worlds inside that
eyes… this is, I see life on distant planets, different kind of
birds, and then, staggering, I’m moving around, this is, trying to
disclose from where this jelly sounds, this slow beats, are actually
coming… and so, while I wander around, going against other
creatures also sliding over imaginary ice bars, I look up, and then I
can see, from the concave glass ceiling, some individuals coming
down, suspended on ropes, embracing thorny flying fishes, this is,
cyborgs, guinea fowls, militarist pandas, armanis, pradas, and, as
they come there are voices telling me something, voices emitting
sounds like swans, maybe like dragon-snakes, and so, in effect, some
of them actually come to me, this is, we stick together and together
we move, already advancing onto the back of this room where
everything is even more shadowy, this is, we pass the big wall of
speakers, and there in the back of it, where the groove smashes your
brains, there are actually some guys seated on the floor, stretched
out, puking diamonds into some sort of puddle, and so, as I come by,
I also stretch out on their side, and soon, I feel, some hands
sliding through my body, I mean, at first it feels good, but then…
I fell a sudden need of catching some fresh air, and so, there I go,
instantly climbing the walls, passing trough that sort of aquarium
windows again, and, as I land over the lown, everything looks
different now, this is, there are no other pavilions, like
before, nor other people wandering around, this is, now, what I see
here, is what looks like some kind of derailed roller coaster, and
so, there I go, already stepping over the rails, wobbling, swinging,
oscillating, and then, at some point, I’m even entering one of
these wagons scattered about, in the middle of the rails, and, as I
go inside, in the middle of the clutter, I see a fridge with its door
opened, and so, there I go, sticking my head inside, coz, I’m
burning, so, I need this cooling, and then, after a while, when I
remove my head, I see everything floating around, inside this room,
even the furniture, and other sort of electronics appliances, the
cutlery, small gadgets, etc, everything is up, touching the ceiling,
and so, only me is here, down, holding this fridge now, and then, as
I get away from it, there it goes, levitating, also moving against
the ceiling, and all its products that were inside, are now falling
over my head, but, it doesn't hurt, like, they have no weight, it’s
as if, all these products would actually be hollow, non existential,
and then, as I go through some kind of door with curtains,
staggering, I see one Pierrot, two Pierrots, three Pierrots, and, one
Harlequin, two Harlequins, three Harlequins, this is, everything is
double and triple here, and there are also some tailed girls dancing
around these Pierrot and Harlequin clones, and then, there I go too,
joining them, and thus, at this point, we are all dancing raising the
knees now, raising them as we can, trying to hit our chin or so, and
thus, in this fashing we are actually advancing through some halls,
until that, we are out again, moving through some sandy pitch, sand
that burns like hell in my feet, coz, maybe it’s not sand, maybe
quicklime, but, these innumerous Pierrot/Harlequin clones are still
around, actually sponging on this kind of sand, rolling on it, diving
on it… and thus, as I pay attention to it, I can even see that
their lips are actually white, and so, this shows that they may been
eating it… and thus, then, there I go, already running away from
all this scenario, this is, now climbing some stairs, going around a
pyramid-shaped building made of recycled materials, it look,
and so, as I go around this sort of tower, I feel as if, my heart
would actually be inside this sort pyramid, and thus, when I get to
the top, it turns out that, the top is actually some kind of nose
with big lips and teeth, and so, instantly, there I go, already being
eaten by this thing, and, as I go down through the throat of this
thing, sliding around, I actually see images of wars and massacres
happening in the big screens all around, and then, I’m already
landing in a middle of a group of people armed with chains and stuff,
this is, skinny people with cold expressions, grunting, pushing,
biting... actually pulling the other ones around as a way of dance,
this is, heavy metal music merging with some kind of fast and dirty
techno beats, and me, well, me, I’m also merging with this macabre
ritual, this is, now it’s like, I want to prove that I can be even
faster than them, the others turning around, and so, there I go,
extending the nerves against the bones, the bones against the flesh,
the flesh against gravity, and as it goes, the fantasized
frustrations are already arising to the skin… this is, the heart
touching the guts… the guts touching the heart, and so, as I keep
turning, kicking around, I actually feel that all the misery and
confusion of the world is concentring here now, on our legs, on our
chest, on our face… this is, we all some sort of mutant cyborgs
now, half human, half machine, half animal, half beast, all possessed
by the cyber-ecumenical trance... all against all, all smearing the
chaos, now. Over. And then, as I faint in the middle of the dance
floor, I actually see myself falling into this dream inside some kind
of psychiatric hospital, where, instantly, I see my Queen of None,
one hand holding the tail of her wedding dress, the other one
blustering in the air, running along the white corridors of this
supposed hospital, this is, now going up and down some kind of
staircases with flashing lights, and then going through some more
white corridors with white doors on both side… she tries to open
this and that doors, this is, she sticks her head inside one and
other room, only the head not the body, she screams some
interjections at the doorway, and then, there she goes again,
slamming the doors on her back, again, dragging her ragged
and rumpled wedding
dress along the corridors... and then, here she is again, at the door
of another room, this is, now she opens it genty, and softly she
walks inside on her toes. And then, as she advance, we can actually
see the insides of that room, and this is, the light is dim and
flickers, this because, a soft candle-lamp is actually installed in
the middle of two unmade beds, and then, while she turns around, we
can actually see a body in a corner, I mean, a shrunken body in fetal
position, shaking and making a humming sound... but she don't turn to
it, she rather approaches the unmade beds, smells the sheets and
then, while looking under the bed, she whispers some words like "I've
arrived, my love, I've come to pick you up… our vessel is ready,
let's go now"; and "Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiu!” says a mouth
under the bed. And, there she goes again, running through another
corridor, turning right, turning left, climbing another flight of
stairs, getting into another corridor and entering another room, and
this is, once inside, it’s the same picture as we have seen before,
just this time the beds are occupied and their occupants are having
some kind of small talk about feelings that goes more and less like
this "hate… well, hate is some kind of bug… some kind of bug
that some of us have in the stomach"; and then, "Incorrect!”
says the other one, “It's not in the stomach that hate is lodged,
it is in the exocrine gland, actually"; "no, no, I already
had it removed, and the doctors said that it was taken from my
stomach"; "that's what they told you but…"; "but
I also have seen it…"; "you have seen it… oh so, which
was its color?"; “I guess it was some kind of dark magenta…",
"Magenta! That is not a color, dear… that is a fruit… a
rotten kind of fruit it is…” and here our queen of none
intervenes "I bring you the good news, my friends…"; and
one of that guys says right away "we already know that you are
going to marry today, and at this point, you must be looking for your
broom, again, but, we told you already that, we haven't seen him for
a long time… we know nothing about him, so please, leave us alone!”
And so, then, there she goes, with her ballerina shoes sliding along
the corridors of this sort of hospital, going up another flight of
stairs, turning right, turning left, already getting in another room
where the two beds are empty, perfectly arranged, and
everything in the right place. And so, there she goes, now searching
inside the wardrobe, she opens the dresser, she looks under the bed,
this before leaving and entering another room just on the side of the
previous one, and here, there is someone seated on the bed actually,
smoking, and so "What happened to those who were in the
room next door? Were they discharged?", she demands, "perhaps
they have turned into flies and fled through the window",
answers a very dry kind of voice, the voice of a man with no face,
actually. "And, didn't they take you with them?”; "Why
should they do that to me?" And here, again, there goes our
ballerina, our queen of none, running towards the stairs, through the
corridors, and then, she just gets in another room. And so, here now,
there are fishing lights by the head of one of the beds, and so, we
can see, two individuals rolled up in wrapping paper, jumping on the
bed, this, while making some animist cries. And so, "What's
going on here?"; she demands, "Today is St. John's night",
"St. Anthony's night" corrects the other. "St. John,"
insists the first. And so, then, slowly, I mean, in slow motion, we
see our queen of none making her way out, this is, running through
the corridors again, coming back to the stairs, and then, there she
goes, approaching another room, and as she tries to open the door, it
doesn't opens straight away, it looks blocked by some object inside,
and so, our queen of none force it a bit more, and then, when finally
she can open a breach of it, there are some sort of robotic voice
coming from inside, a voice saying "you're too late, my queen,
your fiancé is dead, he was very nervous because of the marriage,
and so, we had to kill him in order to…” and then, I wake up, and
at this point I actually see myself at the back of the dancefloor,
and here on my sides there are some other guys, crouching, vomiting,
and then, the blasting beats are actually making me nauseous again,
and so, in a while, I’m back to that dream about my Queen of None,
this is, now she isn’t any more going through the white corridors,
now, as I understand, what
is actually happening here is the funeral cortege of our broom, this
is, the one that was killed because he was too nervouse, too nervous
because of the committed marriage… and so, here they go now,
this is, these might be some of the patients of the hospital, dressed
in pajamas, smoking big cigarettes, showing a certain expression of
tragicomic disdain while holding a coffin made of cardboard under a
heavy sun, and, our queen of none, with a black wreath on her head,
walking on the back of this procession. And so, in this fashion, this
procession arhythmically advances, and, this is, about a dozen
inmates are actually following the so said cortege, and then, between
this small group of freaks, we can highlight, a very tall and thin
man, actually whistling a kinda happy-melancholic melody, while
making two pans bumping into each other, as if they were cymbals.
And, following on the front of the cortege, there is also some sort
of a priest, making strange signs with his hands as he advances, this
is, pointing to the sky, pointing to the horizons, and then, at some
point, he even orders the cortege to stop, this is, suddenly, they
put the cardboard coffin afloor, and as this happens, some move away,
while others just seat on the floor, and so, in the meanwhile, there
goes the priest, now opening the lid of the so said coffin, and then,
the so called bride is actually approaching, leaning over it, and as
it goes, she’s actually touching the body of her lover inside, and
then, on her face, we can actually see one only tear running through…
this, while the tall man that before followed in the back, is now
whistling this/that sort of happy-melancholic melody, more softly
now, and then, as the widow gets off, some other guys dressed in
pajamas, after throwing their cigarette butts on the floor, they pick
the dead body from the cardboard coffin, and there they go, pushing
it up some kind of olive tree that was just there, on the side, this
is, wedging the corps in between two fat branches, and then pissing
on trunk.
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