Ineuro blasto kerpow blam
blam blam mama
and swish and swoosh
over and under and over and through and under and under
pop fizzes snaps crakles
rife with pot holes loop holes black holes
gaps and fissures
looks and frictions
in a self-reflexive manner
the tracking shot and a jump cut
pop invisible sutures
and a straight cut to a close up on her face
a pained expression
sweat and strain
a quivering lip and a tear dripping of her sweaty chin
misses and misfirings off-track, target, beat.
out of sync
and non-deigesis exposes the homogenity
and extends the off screen space
post-dubbing sync sync
uncanny resemblances shut eyes tight
cranes his head to get a better look
and the guilt and the punishment
then there's the bearer of the look
a masquerade to hide the lack
a masquerade to make topsy turvy monstrosities
the real she, she is doubly displaced
over the moon
circling through the nested story sturcture
and surrealism surrealism
jittery knees and frozen toes antedote
twenty below zero celcius
i've got mingus on my headphones
i imagine my brain lighting up like a random act of fireworks.
then the tempo shifts.
my brain chugs at an even pace, with 9 million thoughts and processes going on.
this ability to experience random particles of existence
shapes the hue and speed
the pitch of my lived experience.
if you just let go who knows what might surface.
out of sync
simultaenous to the process of my brain.
my left ear has a trumpet
the right ear hears an erratic and smooth piano.
leaving layers to be peeled back, discovered.