Makyo in My Mind
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Monday, November 24, 2003
 
A Being of Pure Energy
11-09-1998

Me and Andrew standing in a snow bank, watching a family (mom and two daughters) mow the lawn in a horse-drawn buggy without the horses, but with a snow plow on the front and gangs (grass-cutters) on the back. I say to Andrew, "Heh, they're mowing snow...and they enjoy it. It's like, a family thing." The two girls got out of the buggy while the mother went to get the dad. We decided to pelt them with snowballs.

I was in a little world within a city where weird shit's going on (like the mowing), and I spot this little runt of a black guy I hadn't seen before. I chase him down. He climbs a trolley and I grab onto his foot and drag him down. He falls to the ground, I fall with him. He complains something like, "I'm gonna die for SURE now," and I pin him and say, "Relax, I'm turning you into a being of pure energy." He keep struggling as his body fades in and out of existence. He vanishes and reappears, standing, with a spiked purple haircut and green farmer-like trousers...and triangular sunglasses. He laughs obnoxiously and runs off.




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