7. Hallucinari

A sick dog and a doctor  oil painting
The Patient, 12ft x 8ft Oil Painting

Sometimes to pretend that everything is alright when it quite obviously isn’t is the most logical thing to do. Sometimes it is the only thing to do. When the carpet has turned into snakes that are curling round your legs, when the patterns on the wallpaper are growing wings and flying off, when there’s a goat in your bath and David Cameron’s head is emerging from your toilet, it is often best just to take a deep breath and carry on. In fact to the experienced hallucinator this becomes the habitual practice, life would not seem quite right if one wasn’t continually ignoring things and pretending. Life has its rules, if you experience something that logically can’t be there then pretending it is not there is the logical thing to do. Of course this can get tricky, especially to the new comer, I have read many an account of  an acid victim whose mind gets lost  in the “what to ignore and what to take note of” reality whirlpool. Yet riding the whirlpool can be so addictive!

Abel, despite being a newcomer, was a talented pretender. Perhaps this was one of the reasons for his slide downwards, he was too good too quickly. Where as an experienced hallucinator has often learnt to ride through the descending waters out of sheer necessity, over the years, sink or swim, Abel had an option, he could have turned back.

He could have asked Elsie for help. She would have helped him, she could have guessed what was about to happen. But Elsie loved him just a bit too much for him to ever love her back. He kept his distance, he could see  every problem he ever told her instantly become her personal problem. This closeness made a bubble of nauseau pink enclose him and steal his breath.

So it was that at 2am on February 8th 2020, Abel was  found unconscious on the floor of the factory. Stuffed in his pockets they found 18 bottles of Spletzer-Martin 5, and one empty. The hospital pumped his stomach. The company, who had noticed increasing amounts of  Spletzer-Martin tablets going missing from their pharmacy, made no statement  but deleted him from the payroll instantly.

6. Dread

5. Slapdash

4. Eyes in the Machines

3. Underlondon

2. Abel

1. What YOU need!

6. Dread

An artist's impression of Dread.Dread sat in the corner picking his nose. He was naked. A large man, his skin took on the colour of the shadows in which he sat, altering shades of grey throughout the day, a green tint, a blue tint, a touch of magenta. It could be best described as having that quality you get if you’ve been using watercolour paints but never bother changing the water. You dip the brush in, take it out and splodge it onto the thick pimply surface of the watercolour paper, the result you get is like Dread’s skin.

Abel had been seeing him in the corners for sometime now, particularly at work. At first he’d been afraid, a strange naked man appeared to be following him. No one else seemed to notice though.  He didn’t dare ask people outright,  he knew his colleagues thought him odd already.

He panicked, was this proof of his insanity? Then he came to the conclusion that even if he was mad, he couldn’t afford treatment so probably best  just to keep on as normal and ignore Dread, everything would probably be alright.

Once he tried to talk to him, but Dread is a silent creature, the only noise he makes is a munching sound when he eats from his hands. Abel was not sure what he was eating, it appeared to be light.

Attempts at communication were given up. Gradually though, through some kind of thought osmosis, Abel knew that it was Dread, but dread of what exactly he didn’t know. He briefly mentioned it to Elsie once, but the look of terror in her eyes made him shut up. Still it left what felt like a large hole in his gut, and a churning feeling that made him manic when in public. It didn’t help that his diet now mainly consisted on Spletzer-Martins and alcohol.

After six months of Dread hanging around, Abel was getting used to him. At work in the early hours of the morning Dread was somehow a more comfortable companion than those all seeing, all knowing eyes in the machines.

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The Further Adventures of the Spletzer-Martin No. 5 – update

Time Machine
A Time Machine

I let the Spletzer Martin out of its cage too early, as it turns out I am having a brain operation now, and I’ll need the Spletzer Martin as an obsession during the long tedious hours of waiting. It can’t really involve anyone else at this period, a private daydream.

Though I’ll still post the story up on this blog, makes me actually start to write the thing.

I think I’ll do the recording session in May, presuming I’m all ok and the glue sticking my brain together is holding.

I have almost pinned down what it is I think: An illustrated animation/film with experimental soundtrack, to be produced as a run of 100 in cd format presented in an origami box. You can do origami in a hospital bed you see, and possibly animation if i can find a suitable app.

Yes. thats what it is, settled then. I think…

Notes on the Grand Plan

Brain Porn

Miss Roberts’ New Year Resolutions

1. Use real time instead of imaginary and so get to things on time.

2. Learn to throw stuff away, the wardrobe of single, hole ridden socks will never turn into cuddly door insulating snakes.

3. Accept that tidying will always be with you, it will NEVER end!

4. Don’t loose your temper. This was my resolution for last year and I kept it pretty much, didn’t even loose it when my mum kicked Killer (my dog, also known as Monty) across the kitchen floor this Christmas.

5. Try not to be scared of big monsters, giants and hospitals.

6. Take Killer for walks in the morning instead of the afternoon.

7. Never stop practicing drawing, printing, piano, accordion, singing, harmonica…

8. Remember – decorative glitter was created by the devil!

Giant monster flowers
Giant Monster Flowers