[Lauren Boebert, Marjorie Taylor Greene and Sarah Huckabee Sanders were sharing a cold water flat jail cell with Donald Trump, George Santos and the stinking corpse of Tammy Fay Baker ...in a surreal dream that I had last night.......As they howled and complained about their Fate, Divine was performing her trampoline act, firing guns into their 'cage' while the audience of Politicians threw both gold coins and rotting garbage into their pathetic Arena......I had visited Slumberland during Joe Biden's long address, last night.....but awakened, by mice, chewing into a bag of fried pork skins....in a dream within that dream....that were transforming into livery men and women, to carry out the entire Congress in enormous, carved out pumpkins....as they bitched that they weren't being paid enough for this sideshow.....I knew that Derek Jarman must have been resurrected by my creative dreaming module to direct this Production......I had, only hours before, watched JUBILEE.....
I had some 'more'....last night....as though the in-mind projectionist, played by my now deceased friend, Tom Harper, a fundamentalist minister's son who had been a teenaged projectionist/poet at the Lyric Theater, in Huntsville, when we were kids, had discovered an "alternate take" reel in a dusty old film canister......The cast of JUBILEE was transported, somehow, like Tilda Swinton...in ORLANDO....or Jennie Runacre...in JUBILEE....or Dr. Who....on a 'not-so-excellent' Vacation with Bob and Ted, to Greenwich Village to watch a Warhol/Morrisey Film, featuring David Bowie, Lou Reed and The Lindsay Kemp Conceptual Dance Theater Cast......Perhaps, I'm still 'high' on something I ate, decades later, at The Nude Restaurant......a 20 year-old yellowing blotter of d-LYSERGIC ACID DIETHYL AMIDE that had become dislodged from between my back molars.....Fortunately, following this episodic psychedelic Dream was a 'relief showing' of "having lunch with my mother and Mississippi Poet...a terrible one....Riley Munday" while cruising Andy, David and Jean-Michel.....having much more fun at a table across the dining room......I may have read too much Borges, in my 20's, I think.....or used the wrong mushrooms in that stroganoff, late last night...........Or, perhaps....'this' is what spills out during a break with continuity before return0ing to Chapter 33 of a current Writing Project, "Life, With What I Used To Think Were Great Restraints"
