Hellbound Brain March 6, 2012Posted by Mark Folse in cryptic envelopment, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Odd, Toulouse Street.
Tags: Savoy Brown
Host to Chaucer: “And seyde thus, What man artow, quod he . . .”
Me to Chaucer: “one tyred sonne of a bytch, ye mooder swyver . . .”
Do I go read Emerson now? Really? Is there an energy drink with time release barbituates in it? Anyone know how to wire an alarm clock buzzer to my fillings to make sure I wake up? Does hearing Phillip Glass’s Glassworks in a distant train’s horn count as an auditory hallucination?’
When all this is over, I’m going to board a Hellbound Train and Pitch A Wang Dang Doodle (All Night Long).