NEUROLOGICAL PATHWAYS CARVED BY TINY BRAIN PEOPLE

Neuorlogical pathways carved by tiny brain people over many years are destroyed by great torrential floods and lightning storms. Outside interference causes climate change inside my brain and the little brain people say "oh god, why won't our governing body stop with these heedless practices and let us build a stable society in here?" But the governing body is heedless and senseless and wanton and continues in it's stumble through pleasure town in this lost weekend of life.

A DRIFTER WALKS ALONE

A drifter walks alone down a lonely highway. Every pore is clogged with dirt. Every fold of skin is caked toghether. His bindle is ragged and heavy, threatening to split at any moment. A jaguar appears in the distance, gleaming in the sun. It pulls up besides him and the Kate Bush looking beauty in the drivers seat purrs, "Wanna ride?" Suddenly he is transformed into an inspirational soft metal singer, his trials and tribulationss grist for the mill of the greatest inspirational soft metal song of 1987. His time is now.

THE NIGHT WAS SO STILL

The night was so still that every being was struck into stillness by the stillness. The whole world simply listened to the silence and philosophized about where it was at and where it had been and where it was going and when the stillness passed and the wind began to blow again and the cicadas cheeped and the dogs ambled through the alleys, everyone was profoundly changed.

DRIFTING COWBOYS DRIFTED BY

Drifting cowboys drifted by in the wind. They'd been so long between meals they'd become light as a feather and that wicked wind had picked them right up off the ground. I reached my net out on it's long pole and caught one of these emaciated cowboys as he drifted past. I plopped him down on the couch next to me and poured cool stream water into his mouth. His eyes said thankyou.

ANCIENT ROMAN WOMEN IN FASHIONABLE BIKINIS

Ancient roman women in fashionable bikinis do aerobics to the sounds of their old-timey italian opera music and long for the day when they can have proper 80s exercise funk to do their aerobics to. It has been foretold in the scriptures, and they hold out hope that some day their children's children's children's children's children's children will be grooving and sweating to Olivia Newton John and Chaka Khan. What a glorious future. They try to imagine what this music might sound like. It is a tantalizing vision for the internal brain ear.