I had a dream just now that there was a deeper bass line to Flying Lotus’ “Getting There” and it sent chills to my core.
I had on headphones so the chills were almost like the chills I get from the warm/cool combination I feel when someone is licking in my ear.
And before I knew it I was dozing. On the bus stop. And I’d stopped breathing. In ecstasy. And then the music pulled me. Showed me that this cuntshitass bus hadn’t showed yet.
I hate this whore of a bus.
I was imagining myself having a seizure or asthma attack or something. Something that would make me non-responsive. Like - the death part of the life or death situation. And I would have a medical examiner’s card on me or some type of flashing sensor around my neck that would read….
In case of emergency, plug headphones into ears firmly and play any variation of Steve Reich, Philip Glass, or Terry Riley.
And if it happened at my job, I wouldn’t want them to find that sensor.
I’d hate to be resuscitated and open my eyes to those fucktard ass cunt faces.
Enjoy your fucking weekend.