MINDWAVES

MINDWAVES

A Story by mark slade


    Anti-human laws were punishable by death, everything connected to two women in their forties, the shadow didn't make a sound. Almost a spiritual joy if it were confused inside her nervous system. Her body felt a ringing like a bell going off. The shadow wasn't afraid.



    Cannibalism, a defective valued commodity. A street vendor selling the man's screams,such a delicacy. His identity card stripped his connections.



   In his bar, a slave of sorts, rose crystal destroyed Mindwaves.



   Where a cafe stood, the Orb spun in counter clockwise motion in his hands.



© 2011 mark slade


Author's Note

mark slade
USING A CUT-UP METHOD EXPLORED BY DA DA ARTISTS AND WRITERS LIKE WILLIAM BURROUGHS BRYON GISON. JUST TRYING THINGS.

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I think writing lends excellently to experimentation. Visual artists do it, musicians do it, dancer's do it, etc.
How do we interpret the information we receive on the creative plane? I liked the idea proffered by the movie "Contact" with Jodie Foster, the universe is multi-dimensional, why do we only communicate on one or two dimensions????
What if the experience of creation was conceptually interpreted in three, four or more dimensions? Would the message read differently?
As in constructs like this, it takes just as creative a mind to make the leaps, hold the Tesla coils in the bare hands and join the author in the experiment..... exhilarating isn't it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


So beautiful. Your words give me that sort of beauty that classic terror provides.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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mark slade
mark slade

williamsburg, VA



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THE HIND THE HIND

A Story by mark slade