I remember visiting and Max and Trunk were there
I'm pretty sure that Tex was there too
It was a long time ago
but it was kinda later if you get what I mean
like it felt that I had been a long way away before visiting again
coming back
and what up and comes up on the screen but Tom marching down the street
a-pumpin' his arm back and forth holding a sabre or a band leader stick or something
and it felt like a few different worlds were colliding all at once
and Max did an impersonation singing along with the chorus for a moment and laughed
and Tom he just kept a-pumpin' and marchin along

 

 

The story is that there is this bloke who is appearing in people's dreams worldwide.

I haven't spotted him yet but I must say that I am dreaming more now than before...

In one recent dream I was standing near to an explosion but I was somehow shielded from the direct effects of the blast. It had some effect on my body though, as I awoke with my left arm deadened. I couldn't lift it; 'twas as limp as a florida willow. Gradually feeling returned...

Due to the dream blast seeping into the real world? Perhaps.

 

This is the guy

 

As the days draw on he is creeping closer.

A bestial perversion emerged from the ocean of
nocturnal imagery. With horrible, gloating eyes,
its neural tangle of non-orthogonal pathology, cut
into the immaculate equilibrium of innocence, in
cold blood. This was the work of a sentimental
idiot, befouled by its failure to reach into the
fragile philosophic flesh where the tribulations
of life fade into concepts of universal blasphemy.

Here it is, boys and girls, Somalia Pirate Hunting.....

On a magic raft constructed from the brown portion
of fake dung, Lust and Futility set sail around
the garbage bins of national vainglory, human
abnormality, egoism, individualism, and despair,
while their thoughts become sprinkled with the
ever-growing notion that the bitter joy of
improvised disorganization and delusion can
sometimes be quite beautiful. They had never heard
of Costello Howard, potentate of the terminal
stage of technological rationality and his
mystical beliefs.

That country where it is a fearful and delightful
somnolence to be amputated from life, without
being offered any optimistic propaganda. That
country where it is always leaving us with old
sufferings. A portal to Hell.