Eye See You

I couldn't remember if I ever posted this here or not. It's been captaining my profile on MySpace for a while now, but has since retired. Anyhoo...


I also made this little flyer for my roommate's band advertising a show next weekend.

Enlightenment Milk Cows

[[[Entering DreamLand]]]

I’m watching a sort of interactive holographic documentary about how David Beckham’s penis (and there was some long and silly name for it, like Magnificent Piddling Appendage or something) produced some unique hormone which when ingested (they didn’t say how this was originally done) produced a bright light, an explosion of kundalini at the base of the optical nerve and the pineal gland, producing enlightenment.

This hormone was isolated and synthesized. It was discovered that cows could easily be genetically modified to produce this hormone in their milk, and then it was passed on to the masses, and everyone was awakened.

Then the dream shifted a bit and it was the story of how the first enlightenment-milk cow was created. I was a scientist working at this dairy/genetic lab. We were in the ghetto, in this run-down old diary farm that looked more like a factory than a farm or a lab. (Apparently the public and mainstream science did not take the project seriously and we were forced to work in horrible conditions and were ridiculed.)

Everyone who worked there, besides myself and John, my co-author, looked like extras from Shawshank Redemption and the Green Mile. Very run-down people, wearing white 50’s diner uniforms; however it seemed to be mostly set in very present day. (The holographic documentary was very far in the future.)

So I come in to the scene and everyone looks very tense. I ask what’s wrong and the manager says someone just called twice saying they were going to rob the place. Just then, this large Cadillac pulls up out front and two large guys get out of the car with guns.

I turn and see that John is heading towards the back of the building, into what looks like a warehouse area. I follow him and he leads me to a far wall where there are many massive sheets of cardboard, old and flimsy, leaning against the wall. He says he learned this from working in the ghetto before, that you can hide in the layers of the cardboard and the robbers won’t find you.

After a few moments, we come back out and the robbers had been subdued by drinking the milk and were thus enlightened. The police and the media were there and suddenly mainstream scientists were all over our enlightenment milk project.

So now that the project was taken over by the Big League Scientists, there was no need for our rag-tag team, so I had them all hop into a large, horse-drawn wagon and I rode around the country side getting them all jobs as farm-hands at farms all over the place, selling enlightenment-milk the whole way.

[[[Exiting DreamLand]]]