Some of Several Pandemic Dreams

Artwork by Jude Killory
Artwork by Jude Killory

April 6th, 2020 

It wasn’t until the evening before Halloween that we went out to celebrate. Isolation had made fashion become a barrage mixed of every genre and home crafts, and very tall spiked sharp shoulder pads. Hippies still played bad music, and people now danced to the “Six foot Waltz”.

August 6th, 2020 

I was able to hire Nick Cave for a small outdoor concert for me and several good friends. Everything went marvelous, except he seemed annoyed at the fandom seeming a bit creepy. He later appeared as a sandwich maker in a vintage deli, hat and all, as a pleasant and tasty surprise.

Sept. 5th, 2020 

I fell into my own Wizard of Oz, A mashed up world of Satyricon wrestling, Sinfernos, and Sabala paintings. Every body was in their prime and dressed to the nines. Glamrock hair and guitars with flare. Lit up motorcycle helmets were all the rage. There were some slaps in the face, but more surprise kisses. The place was packed. At the end of a roaring good time, the Barfly bus took us all home. And you were there, and you were there, and you were there.

Dec 16, 2020 

I was at some damn music festival. I wasn’t pleased to be there in the first place, the unmasked crowd made me very nervous, and my mask made me mute. The most exciting part was that Anthony Fauci was there to be a guest speaker, he was however an adorable miniature version of himself, kept in a cage. I was impressed with his sweet demeanor, in spite of the gawking and jeering. It was great to be among some friends, after the show we went to float on the river of tears.

May 3rd, 2021

I had to venture through a small town called “Mother of All Asses”, known for their abundant donkey population. While driving a classic beater car, it fell into a great big dark pit. I was just about able to free it and rev the hell outta there, until all the farm animals leapt in, wanting to join me. Woke up as I sank further into the mud and furriness.

May 14th, 2021 

I just bought a tramp stamp tattoo for my laptop. Does that mean we spend too much time together or not enough?

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