All energy flows according to the whims of the great magnet.
The remains of one of history’s greatest mad geniuses are en route to his home, his “psychic anchor”, in Woody Creek. They’ve packed what’s left of the old bastard into big booming fireworks, to be shot out of a giant Gonzo fist, itself rising 153 feet high above the land, to an altitude of some 300 feet… and then, zang!
Maybe then, in that second, everyone in the world can stop in their lives, and embrace the strangeness, before the humdrum catches back up with them.
May it never get weird enough for any of us.
Shawn Medero wrote:
August 19th, 2005 at 1:32 am
That’s splendid, particularly that fiberglass fist sounds like a cherry on top of a wonderful celebration. If only we can all be so lucky as to go any ol’crazy way we want.