In the salsify mains of what was thought but unsaid
All the calcified arithmetists were doing the math
And it would take a calculated blow to the head
To light the eyes of all the harmless sociopaths
Oh arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths
Oh arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths
Calcium mines were buried deep in your chest
Calcium mines were buried deep in your chest
We're deep in a mine
Oh a calcium mine
Let's get out of here
Past the atmosphere
Squint your eyes
And no one dies or goes to jail
Past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
Wearing nothing but a onesie and a veil
Deep in a mine,
A calcium mine
Oh no
Arm in arm we are the harmless sociopaths
Arm in arm with all the harmless sociopaths
In the calcium mines buried deep in your chest
Oh the calcium mines buried deep in your chest
Deep in a mine
Oh no
Calcium mines
Oh no
So let's get out of here
Past the atmosphere
Squint your eyes
And no one dies or goes to jail
Past the silver bridge, oh the silver bridge
Wearing nothing but a onesie and a veil
Oh no
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It was early, still dark, as the sun had not come up yet. I hate waking up before the sun. It feels unnatural and slightly sickening, like when you eat something that's mostly chemicals and it tastes synthetic.
I was dressed for work riding the bus with my boyfriend to drop him off at his job first. It was raining and there was no one around but us. His west-highland terrier, Chinaski, was with us.
We get to the front of the place he works and I walk him in and kiss him goodbye. As I turn to leave, my ex boyfriend, who has turned out to be one of the most vile people I've ever met and who also works there, is walking in.
"Hey Mairead Parade," he says.
I say nothing, but glare at him for a moment. The fact that he can shrug off the horrible things he's done to me and others and still greet me with a smile and a nickname made my stomach turn. I didn't reply. Instead, I spit right in his face. His shit-eating grin was gone as soon as it had come, the saliva dripping from his left eyelashes and cheek. I walked away, but as he wiped his face, I could hear him laughing.
The rain wasn't letting up as I walked to catch the other bus with the dog. A man at a news stand usually cared for him while we were at work. Chinaski chewed on a newspaper and the man at the news stand kicked him. I hit the man in the head with my umbrella and decided the dog was going to have to come with me.
I got on the bus and after a while realized I was going the wrong way. I ended up at the wrong end of the city and it didn't even look remotely familiar. The streets were all slanted, but there are no hills in Chicago.
I got off the bus, waiting at another stop with Chinaski. I knew I'd be late so I looked in my bag for my phone. I pulled it out, but it no longer resembled my phone. It looked like a slightly rectangular water balloon with a screen and buttons painted on it. I was hardly able to grasp it while I checked if it still worked. It did, but the numbers and names were all scrambled. Finding the number for my job, I called, but someone that didn't speak English answered.
I sighed and as the sun began to rise behind the rainclouds, I started to walk, Chinaski at my side. We were going further towards the end of the city. I knew I wasn't going to make it to work, but I thought, "Fuck it," and decided to have a look around. I'd never been here before.
We walked down the hill and came to a pink apartment building. There were loud voices and laughter coming from inside. Peeking into the open door, I saw three girls, no older than 12, in pink frilly dresses dancing and jumping around. They saw me and invited me in, so I danced with them for a while and then decided I'd better leave.
Me and Chinaski continued down the hill until we reached a cliff overlooking what seemed to be the ocean. This was the end of the city. There was a small, old amusement park there and it looked as if it had been abandoned years ago. Chinaski and me sat on one of the horses on the merry go round at the very edge of the cliff. As we were taking in the scenery and the sunrise, the merry go round started to spin. It felt like we were at the end of the Earth hanging over the edge of the cliff with no one around but us. A swarm of red and blue dragonflies passed by and there was a calm feeling of death in the air. And all the while Andrew Bird's "Oh No" was playing.*
*The previous story was the result of a very peculiar Salvador-Dali like dream I had this morning. I thought it was trippy and kind of cool, so I wrote it down as soon as I woke up so I could blog about it.
