chased up to the roof
pursued by shitpapergod bursting free at long last of septic tank
but I fall back into house
depraved Santa Claus compulsions forcing me to dive down chimney
no doubt
it's vanguard tip-of-the-spear Xmas marketing brainhack bullshit
so I fall back into house
all mazed-up
shitpapergod hot on my ass
seeking home,
natch,
all those years I thought I was obeying nature's intestinal-digestive protocols
but actually
I was producing a future deity of vengeful resentment
on some kind of grody installment plan
crackers and Christ
I zig and zag and just plain burst clean through confusy walls
oh yeah
'til I'm scrambling up the exterior of the ever expanding house
I climb so good
I make excellent time
future squirrels study the fuck out of my techniques
dude, they fucking print textbooks off of my action
I lose myself in climb ecstasy
accidentally attain escape velocity
fall up forever
now
when you dream of falling
like
down
a myth asserts that if you don't wake up before you impact then you die in real life
so
if I'm dreaming of falling up forever
and I don't wake up
then does that mean I live forever in real life?
of course
this ends up as one of those anticlimaxes
I'm standing on plain solid ground of a sudden
just in time to see that nasty old septic tank trucked off to some other hole in the ground
a beefy faced gladhandy man congratulates me for finally choosing to get hooked up to municipal sewer services
or something
while the shitpapergod howls in frustration
I assume
due to some abstruse metaphysical logic
of modern sewers
dispersing the shitpapergod energies
then I'm doing one of those Spike Lee floating dolly scenes
all through my suddenly spacious, uncluttered home
thrill of the chase
already fading
thinking about tradeoffs for this and that
silly immortality stuff
not even bubbling up into brain
redirection of mental resources
some new initiative
aborning-
