piss-perfect dream and book

in a dream, there are people that i know, a place that seems familiar, but out of season. you and i have a conversation made up of words i keep around. because i'm getting older, there is a narrator, a god, above the scene, afraid to wake up and lose track of those he loves, barely remembers, the things that have changed form below, awaiting the judgement.

i do wake up, in a pose that seems familiar, but looking at the wrong wall, wondering if i'm laying next to...you. i am. and jack, febrile, in a restless sleep with a damp forehead.

hurricane irene is skating the coast like a fist.

i finished vladimir sorokin's DAY OF THE OPRICHNIK, a czardom in future russia that's committing today's and yesterday's same surreal atrocities. rape theater and cetera. some scenes have the disturbing quality of SPIRITED AWAY, with their gluttony and cartoonish lust, and ghostly drug-fueled sauna scenes. too light-hearted in someways to be dystopian. satire, then, but not cruel, even though drenched in cruelty. giddy adventures of gladhanding and highway robbery. public executions and streams of profanity as political protest from the russian diaspora radio. here is CRIME AND PUNISHMENT, rewritten:

'the un-fucking-believable blow of the butt-fucking axe hit the goddamn temple of the triply-gang-banged old bag, facilitated piss-perfectly by her cunt-sucking short height. she cried out cumly and suddenly collapsed on the jism-covered, shit-paneled floor, although that rotten pussy-hole of a hag had time to raise both of her ass-licking hands to her fuckin' bare-ass pimped-up head...'

here's the russian, for students:

'Охуенный удар невъебенного топора пришелся в самое темя триждыраспронаебаной старухи, чему пиздато способствовал ее мандаблядски малый рост. Она задроченно вскрикнула и вдруг вся как-то пиздапроушенно осела к непроебанному полу, хотя и успела, зассыха гниложопая, поднять обе свои злоебучие руки к хуевой, по-блядски простоволосой голове…'