Wednesday, May 17, 2006

transubstantiation and grease paint


Clarabell the Clown is Dead. Icon - I can't. Let it go.
Had a brief dream with a former co-whatever-you'd-call-it from Red Devil Tattoo - although this was the Piercing Salon, which was connected but... you either know or don't care. But, I have this dream sequence/segment that is brief to the point of flavor only of this character.
Next day, I am shopping at the very nearby Army Navy store here in Silver Lake (it can be seen in the movie "Falling Down") and I bump into someone from years past, Darryl - he who performs as "Divinity Fudge" when in the right outfit. After some glib conversation, I ask as to the proprietess of said piercing studio and get the 411 that she is no longer... a "she." He is who he is now, name escapes and all that. I never felt anything that would've led me to think this was in the cards. Life is always ready to getcha in one way or another, ain't it?
So much for Dream Interpretation 1. Class dismissed.
And don't poke the dead clown on the way out.
It is summer once more in L.A.

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