DREAM ON !

LINDON THINKS SO LOUD THAT I CAN PICK UP THE IMAGES ON MY DRUNKYCOCAMOVISION VIBE FI.

There are consistently and constantly the repetitive images of the cars on the road in Montreal Canada in the early nineteen fifties, along with the occupants.

There were those rounded Fords and Plymouths and Pre World War Two Plymouths and even more of a Cartoon Style with the Studebaker and the Forty Nine Cadillac Futura. The cars were from a Styling Time before theTail Fin. The Futura was beginning to sprout a Tail Fin Bud.

Ideally styled to be Cartoons, drivers sat erect in their Pork Pie Hats or their Fedoras, the upwardly mobile Hombergs old fashoned Bowlers and the working Class Soft Caps. No Baseball Caps except those on Boys going to Little League.

This is a pretty accurate representation of the 1953 Ford L.V.C. drove.

Persistently there is an interior view of a nineteen fifty three Ford Customline Sedan with Mr. Collard driving and Lindon's Mother in a Dark Vermillion Overcoat with the huge front door of the two door Embassy Brown Ford open threatening to jump out in front of St. Joseph's Oratory on Mount Royal.

We were driving along right out front of this incredible Romanesque Edifice! 

Then a look out the windows and the image of the huge ditch which destroyed the meadow looms and Lindon correctly thinks that no good ever comes of Morons taking charge with their hare brained schemes and control and destructive manipulation. Bad Faith and Hampering elicited and created the destruction of the only flat fertile land on the twelve acres of hillside and Bog.

HERE COMES THE DREAM, I CAN FEEL MYSELF SLIPPING INTO A NARCOTIC SWOON AS THE CARTOON CARS AND OCCUPANTS PASS.

THE SCATTERED PARADE OF ROUNDED TINY WHEELED CARS DRIVES BY WITH THE WINDOWS LOW AND THE OCCUPANTS LARGE 

THE MEN DRIVING LOOK A BIT LIKE FISHER PRICE BOBBLE HEAD MEN AND WHAT CAN BE SEEN OF THE WOMEN ARE PURSES AND FLUFFY DRESSES AND HAIR. 

ONE OF THE CARS IS GOING AROUND THE BLOCK OVER AND OVER AGAIN AND THEN THE VARIATION OF THE SUICIDE AT THE ORATORY SCENARIO PLAYS OUT WITH THE DRIVER CAPITULATING.

THE MAN JUMPS OUT FROM BEHIND THE WHEEL. THE WOMAN TAKES CHARGE OF EVERYTHING, LETS AIR OUT OF TIRES, WORKS THE RADIO, LEAVES THE TRUNK LID OPEN AND NOT A WORD OF CRITICISM OR ADVICE OR TRAINING WILL BE TOLERATED. 

Inside the Car she is driving madly and constantly looking to the right and finger pointing. `` I am driving and I will drive us wherever I want to and Fuck You, I do not signal. ``