4-16
you are: lying in a field
plot twist: things become very
confusing / you hear thunder
I'm lying in a field looking up the
stars. For some reason I feel like I can hear pigs but there aren't
any around. I think of my mom for a little while, and then think
about a strange amalgam of all my ex girlfriends. I think about the
stars and how I can cup each one in my hand. There's a farmer in the
distance but he's not really there. A hurricane is off in the
distance ready to strike. It's night time. I can hear thunder. The
sky starts to swirl around like starry night.
Suddenly Van Gogh leaps out of the sky
formed out of clouds and shapes in the night. I'm reminded of
“Bleeding Gums Murphy” coming out of the sky to play saxophone
with Lisa S.
“Hello,” he says. I try to ignore
him. The world was really nice for a minute there, I felt really
relaxed, could feel the calm against my skin.
I notice the bandage coming off of his
head. “what's with his ear?” I think to myself.
“my ear fell off,” he replies. I
wonder how he could read my mind.
plot twist: you've got it covered / a
heart of gold
“i came to grant you three wishes”
“i'm not sure what I want”
“take care of your health. I wasted
a wish on this bandage and not actually curing my ear”
“that's a waste of a wish van gogh”
“what do you think of my paintings?”
“i want to say youre overrated. But
youre not, youre okay I suppose”
“what do you want to wish for?”
“inner peace”
“okay, here you go.”
I felt a warm sensation creep up on
every part of me. It felt like I was being enveloped by a warm womb.
“you're a nice guy van gogh”
“i've been trying to make up for
past mistakes”
“what else should I wish for?
“a heart of gold perhaps”
“seems like a waste of a wish”
“it's what I wished for”
“shouldve wished to cure your
goddamn ear”
“i know. So what will it be?”
“i wish for your ear to be cured”
plot twist: you try to keep out of
trouble/something outrageous
van gogh looks taken aback. “this is
the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me”
his ear is cured. Suddenly I have the
urge to use my last wish to cut off his other ear.
“you shouldn't wish for that,” van
gogh says, a slight tremble, a quiver in his voice.
I try to keep out of trouble
“okay, I won't wish for that.
“well what's it going to be?”
van gogh is starting to seem really
vain about his newfound ear. Stay out of trouble I keep telling
myself. Stay out of trouble. Why am I even thinking this?
“i really want to make that ear wish
now”
“you should wish for prosperity or
fortune”
“i can't stop thinking about your
ear”
“fortune would be nice. How about
world peace to go with inner peace?”
“why cant I stop thinking about your
ear”
“something outrageous maybe”
“how about a NUTrageous?”
“done”
van gogh with the heart of gold
showered hundreds upon thousands upon millions of nutrageous bars
down from the sky and I died the next few days after gorging myself
on thousands of lbs of chocolate and peanuts
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