some unhinged fiction (memorized in half sleep written the following day)

some unhinged fiction
written in my head rather quickly while trying to fall asleep (repeat 5 times so to recall for morning)
jan.30th.2007

we were all very high on pcp.. and varying degrees of pinks.. reds.. yellows.. rainbow pharmaceutical x..

bouncing between the gates of heaven and the gates of hell.. though honestly heaven wasn't impressive at
all.. and hell (though completely lacking flames) had no shortage of chaos / infrared green lighting /
and devil-men.. although not as we had been prepared to see them.. much more business like.. suited /
tied / and glad-handed.. far too eager to shake with mine.. these people looked far too familiar.. it
dawned on me.. i had seen all these faces when i bought the car.. but where else would car dealers come
from (?) come to us in bundle of bullshit.. sent back after 300,000 or so in a hand-basket..

it took us all a long time to realize no one had even stepped on the gas pedal.. and that there was no
road.. we were falling.. the brake pedal wasn't there at all.. it hadn't been installed.. looking at the
blueprints it had never be intended.. and the clutch just pulled a leaver that let out a boxing glove at
the end of a spring arm to knock us in the head.. it only took one pump of that bummy to know a bad joke
does not need repeating..

we were falling.. taking turns trying to push each other out the windows.. like it was any safer or less
unknown staying in this fucking flaming wreck.. inevitably nothing to do but let the chaos take over..
frenzy through the system.. so sit back and sink into the wall paper that someone had pasted to the
ceiling.. fantastic masking decor to cover where we used to put out our cigarettes.. and the floral design
was fucking breath-taking.. if you squinted right.. you could make out faces.. looked like presidents.. but
ones that hadn't occurred yet.. tried sketching out some basic visage on post-its we stole from the dollar
store for no other reason except to steal.. turns out the only good thing that we did.. but the pcp made our arms
too twitchy to draw worth a bad fuck.. end up just poking holes and ripping lines all through the paper..
and we knew the next day they would have no meaning to us whatsoever.. we wouldn't remember at all.. just
assume we had landed and tried jotting down some hot-leg's digits.. then spend far too many sad and worthless
vain hours trying to decipher what would have been a wrong number anyway..

and really we were just trying to test the accuracy of probability in this fantastic fortune telling floral
print ceiling hanger.. but the battle was lost long before we decided to switch gears and see if it had to
say anything about the super-bowl only 5 days away.. but we squinted too hard.. and ended up just falling
asleep.. we still haven't woken up.. we'll never live this coma down.. we'll just never live this down.. no
one in their right mind would ever let us..