26. Movies That You’ll Never See.

Tonight the plot was uncovered beyond all reasonable doubt. There’s a light that shines, dove’s light, split, clouded, cleaved blue pearl. Split hair particles disentwining, the front door swinging, the dust rising. Here comes the compulsive error, I’ll be getting one hundred dollars. Ladders, steps, targets and arrows, icons, suburban myths, pleasure corners.

Directly across from his window is the psychiatrist’s office. When the psychiatrist drives from his parking space behind it his expression over the steering wheel is one of trepidation as though he hopes none of his patients see him driving such an extravagantly expensive car. The person who occupies this room began to estrange himself from the other people in the house, using the window as an entrance and keeping his door locked, cooking toast on the bars of the tilted radiator. He rubbed pulped phenol into the wet hide of the dog to rid it of fleas and the dog gave him a quizzical look as though this rub down was making it aware of its own enveloped shape.

Made to madden many, the machine, spines of webbed wire, elms. Pass the warning, causeway. Brief glimpses, light and sound proof, taking over a vast palace, hanging from the ceiling, thirst in their sun ritual, water at blood temperature, social isolation, enormous cerebral cortex, admitted only diffused light, monotony into sleep, heaving dancers, trance state, awareness of the rest, reevaluation of the status quo, transition of energy consumption. Water may now be burned.

It was a long time ago in the records of human history, batch D, jet black. If the Earth rocks one or two degrees on its axis then it is possible to see how a cup can float up and away from the cafe table resisting all theories of gravity. Every proven fact creates another series of questions. A parabola exists in the atmosphere above this city, hanging like a hungry net from a hole in the clouds to catch spent emotions and discarded unrealised thoughts and dreams. In my pocket wrapped in the purple blanket at certain places in the tunnels and caverns of the underground unknown to cartographers. As we live so energy escapes from us in various shapes, it must be released, intertwining with the delineating vibrations of a dinner bell where the train stopped in eighteen forty two, passing a bookie’s lost star, into the hurtles of space’s finely gritted vacuum. It was an ancient print. The axe is now blunt. He refused the invitation. Distributing phials of mercury amalgam back to the passengers at the exit of the airport metal detector. Scored to self perpetuate dispute. A lone voice heard by others hidden in the Himalayas. There are many differing bells. Gothic calendar register, spherical ice fire, a beast of needles, UN nurse, suave Brazilian, fourteenth annual independence celebration, thrill addicts, drive-in amphitheatre, tortured accounts, mortified, slicing rice wire, copyright nineteen ninety one, World Food Corporation.

All night radio transmissions from the back of the bowling alley car park, laboratory in a crypt, sixteen windows, polyps of black lace, empty gauntlet writhing, rising in ether, barnyard, fluorescent rose wreath. Computer perspex splint, concrete husked seed, ring of confidence, coated in glory, splattered. Drooling swamp, escaped vapours, thermostat in the porcelain crevice, ventilated heave of the caged breast. Constant revision of horror/terror infliction, lacerations beneath the road, the swimming sky, the Sky Ltd. Throat gallery gun club, cat hook, saucer of blood. The last bus departed to the empty beach across the shoal of dark ice. Champagne bottle splintered into the foam on the bow. Individually wrapped in yellow cheese wax portions by sixteenth century costumed hand maiden school girls after class. Slit nexus, parcels, perimeter of vanishing perspective, snake’s head. Night and road. Zoo confined giraffes dreaming of the open plains of previous days. Two supermarket brand port drinkers sharing a bottle and discussing earth politics. Moving from one cardboard box to the next, described in the leaden shadows. The TV children infected. The truant’s empty soft drink can on its side leaching the last gooey drops onto a sheet of newspaper next to the triple beam scales in the old condemned house with broken boarded over windows. Reversed baseball caps, reeking sump oil, now showing, the last show, dice grain, pistol grip boot knife with Bart Simpson figurine handle scaring the little boy who grips his mother's legs. Dusk till dawn drive in movie marathon, back seat sliding, glistening, slippery vinyl, choking on chocolate milk, magic pipe from which thoughts issued sucked dry and turned into a vacuum through over use, tasselled Chinese paper candle lantern, carved pumpkin talisman, victory, placebo, legacy, flaming vessel with tail of carbonising rag trailing, diesel settled in ammonia. It is empty now. Movies that you’ll never see rating system *****

Human beings violate their own sensibilities so it seems quite appropriate to do so to each silently moving other. Exploitation of this violative factor is irrevocably woven into the nature of the competitive nature of the advertising syndrome inherent in the human culture vehicle, asleep on the glass pillow. The monkey robot will destroy the world unless, one hundred and eighty years in space, seventeen seconds ahead, mucilage fuselage, oscillate vascular, small lights glowed, the camera’s eye dreaming the in the corner where, not a hair out of place, the great log fire burned in the hearth as I entered the storm drains below. He was not afraid as he cut the branch from beneath himself. A small farm house alone in the fallow plains. A saboteur is at work to immolate the lunar on the fifth level, by satellite. He growls softly at her. One hundred years old, six, a damaged stabiliser directed the ship to the imperial territories grey/green outer limits. Experience the awe and mystery, hear, see, control transmission, adjust the picture on the TV set. Nothing wrong rain, things to come, a cat, grinding, paramount, tears up the message in the shadow of the eagle. The end of the day, once a new moon, glass booth, chosen survivors, a needle, insecticide, menaced by an airship, true, false, a crack in the world. Illustrating the iron terror, black varnish coated electric lightning, unwilling captive. Two typical episodes featuring a famous magician. Teenage beach blanket movies on the day the world ended, embryo at the earth’s core. Take a ball of earth containing an ant colony and suspend it above a playing field then arrange three lamps of varying colours at either end of the field. Examine the reaction of those ants to each other when the lamps are activated at intermittent intervals.

His personal organ Vulcan businessman inventor, cosmetic surgeon, his real life profession, newspaper columnist. The green helmet shoots the man operating the idol, a rubber mouse, unknown creeping, indestructible zero. Silent night drunk in an amusement park. The statue of liberty is spewing flame at all who call her a liar, three blind mice in the millet house, in a devastated city, on his way home from a bachelor party, in his car and in his office, leaving their night time reception, long periods without light, blue book, at one pm on July the twelfth, one day, it came. Invasion, hypnotised by miniature TV receivers, enslave the will, turn people into stone, panic amongst many of the listeners, in this world of the future, in New York in nineteen eighty, falls in love with the earth girl, a trench coat and dark glasses, one of their number terrorised a ski lodge nebulae. One day a plantation owner was looking over his accounts when he noted it was costing him more to keep his slaves than they were earning him. It was hard to keep up with the slave machines. The pathetic anonymous flotsam of war. Victory destroyed personal concern, degradation forgotten by the rest of the world who may never have known. More sinister facts, they supported his ideals, we still live in that age, such horrors before the world, he is to discover them, some abandoned dray horse. Psychologists have succeeded in doing such unlikely things, pupils, normally be lethal, no more than one breath every few minutes, an increase in electrical resistance in the skin, self realisation, training in swiftness, perfectly calm, gaze fixed, no light, sound, or touch.

A hunter points to a map. Someone else can think, you have your own thoughts, someone who believes, response concentrated on, racking sequence sent. There could have been flaws, the possibility of such talent, pointless envelope enclosed wrapping, shovelling, in another place in another jacket, it gets them right. He had only to hold the coat of a dead man, still warm. Involved with someone who knew the vital information, telepathy, which is which? Three hundred years ago scientists thought they knew. Different kinds of sleep, we must consider these. Biological interest in different kinds of behaviour. Our brains have made lightning somewhere. Before them dying to a life through prince, small girl’s kiss, on course, the supply of more, transported, obtain a triangular bean, obtain a bitter melon, ordained as oddly regarded, fresh stock of eyes, before this last dance. Come with me and I will show you something. It is nothing. Ten to nine, turn your back, it disappears, dances, love. Wednesday night on TV I asked but I think I knew.

“Who has arrived?”

“I have a letter here.”

Solemn and deep sounds were taken up with others and mingled, surging sub-feelings, turned to me suddenly heavy like lead, behind us the cypress trees closed in around the shuttered villa. The economic problems can be solved by the abolition of money. We may be able to have our consciousnesses live on after our physical death with the aid of a computer program capable of recording all of the stored mental information in our being which replicates the uniquely individual process employed in expression and interpretation of received information. It must be remembered that human beings have created a state of perpetual chaotic anarchy, free only to enslave their wills more deeply in it. Herd instinct, beware the ox, overt portrayal of the historical hunter/gatherer society. We have the capability or going somewhere past where we all now are, it involves our relationships with money, the sense of power and competitive affectation. Accomplished before the apparent permanence of perceivable reality. Charms, war realised, in the centre of the candle’s flame each slow afternoon two jet planes meet. I am from the future. I am from the past. The past is already dead. The future is still dying. Cathode resolution, proportions of a fiery ocean, nocturnal gyration tortured, marionette, unwilling to probe the sources or consequences of despair. I will meet you there in a land with no dollars, just leaves and water, silencing the ancestor. Epidemic of news, as they had fallen, first impulse, a Venus probe returns. Sky of the universe had one flaw, on credit, in the cemetery.

Program protagonist, secret organisation, diving bell, picture your body. Human kind, can you identify them? He is becoming too popular, day barrier, satellites around Mars, cyborg, the right hand. Only seven people have survived, hilled screenplay hacked fate barbs directed release house played life. Captive woman running silently around throughout the world, in a time to come forbidden, an asteroid threatens the future, stellar vampire saddle, grotto submerged the world family, cell light, the studio lights blinded the babes. I went out to call. Book of gardens poured onto the table. There was a note in my room. To pour thought a taste. So hostile, you can go now. I thought a moment. I was dreaming. Two, three days ago I would not have cared. Must do something and today. What do you suggest? I was dreaming I had tramped about the park, the estate, on its side, there was something that held the knife in its sheaf, subjective fears, the air you breath. Roads leading into the holiday resort now littered with memory wreckage made the clouds of an approaching storm. The obstacle to be over come and by which all feats worthiness is measured is gauged in comparison with the expected capability. Greed, strength, hunger, weakness. Four ten, the lights go on, he’s scraping the residue. Takes his gloves off and lays them on the dashboard of the car and looks in the reflection of his eyes in the rear view vision mirror. The smouldering colours of the instrument panel illuminate the front interior of the car. A small clock ticked imperceptibly. He lit a cigarette. There was a rustling sound from the back seat and the other man awoke. They sat silently watching the stars above the tree tops in the windscreen.

“Look at the stars.”

“Can I have a cigarette?”

He watched him in the mirror exhaling smoke and shaking the flame from the end of the match.

“Soon.”

Leaned back and yawned, surveying the lack of change in the car’s surroundings. A flash blinked in the sky, making the full horizon visible.

“Did you see that, the Southern lights?”

“Yeah. Come on let’s get out of here.”

Nothing can stop it except, one liners, epitaphs, catch phrases, the end. I am curious, research, city limits, stain, computer talk, really a radical leap forward, journeying earth’s ancient mountains, dissecting urban life, sensitive joints, elegant accuracy, beneath the dying sun. We are so passed the meadow. Reality is not obvious it is only revealed to the viewer in proportion to their purity of vision. Perhaps tomorrow we shall know the answer, dissolving into the sea. We must find the question, perhaps tomorrow. Human world exists by destroying, watch the skies, she was so beautiful, I could not create, saw how ugly things were. Something’s happening inside my wallet, I’m haemorrhaging, life sentence. Bird’s egg laden with DDT, obey the lawmaker’s forty five, we have been abandoned, miniature golden volcano variety show, the rest of your life backing away, will you spend? Repelled gorilla dog, silver bridge, part of your soul has begun to awaken.

“What are you going to do with my daughter?”

Forfeiture of the democratic process in the attic, national park, internal human weather pattern index. Etiquette of death, straight black tie, raised coat front, feeding a canine roman soldier’s wages. Perfumed nobility, blue snow, woman in a sunken marble bath tub raises the golden telephone, struggling to inform the masses of their fatal warning, like so many others, we can make it work, it needs no further explanation on that dead man’s face, know my name, we have a list, you developed codes, this is the twentieth century.

Feeling, it’s going, you’ve heard. Get away from that lever. This footpath, that mountain, bubble gum. Trivial, live, thinking, controversial, political issues which are widely discussed live to air as contemporary are already out of date, illustrations indicate the fact. Emperor gum moth larva, always requiring further examination, limits, pitfalls, habits, values, prejudice suggestion, language trained in vagueness which can only be overcome, vague and meaningless, previous students of telepathy acquired knowledge, rigid testing, imaginary professorship, antiseptic, inclined to distrust all suggestion of authorities, human suggestibility, inside those boots, the flag is flying upside down, correct reply may be almost impossibly difficult.