Wonkette artist-operative David Durrett awoke to this curious Andrew Sullivan post about being stuck in the Snow Queen’s terrible hedgerows and, naturally, Mr. Durrett decided to illustrate this Daily Dish Nightmare with actual art. Click for the shockingly large & terrifying version!
But first, the eerie dreamworld: “I had a dream last night that I was lost in Sarah Palin’s garden. It was springtime, and there were bluebells everywhere. I suddenly realized where I was and tried to get out to the street. But there was just more garden ….”
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I’ve thought Palin was a frightening mix of the Mad Hatter, Tweedle Dee and Dum, the Queen of Hearts and the Cheshire Cat.
Prints please.
Better than blue balls everywhere, I suppose.
Uh-huh. That’s nice; I had a really freaky dream the other night too, but my ego isn’t so oversized that I think anyone else would really care about it. Or is Andrew getting into the brown acid again?
It is a little surprising that Ken didn’t go for one of the several possible Dylan references:
I was thinking of a series of dreams
Where nothing comes up to the top.
Everything stays down where it’s wounded
And comes to a permanent stop.
Wasn’t thinking of anything specific,
Like in a dream, when someone wakes up and screams.
Nothing truly very scientific,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Thinking of a series of dream,
Where the middle and the bottom drop out,
And you walkin’ out of the darkness,
And into the shadows of doubt,
Wasn’t going to any get troubled
You believe in it’s whatever it seemed
Nothing to heavy to buzz the bubble
Thinking of a series of dreams
Where the time and the tempo drag,
And there’s no exit in any direction
‘Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes.
Wasn’t making any great connections,
Wasn’t falling for any intricate schemes.
Nothing that would pass inspection,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world.
In one, the surface was frozen.
In another, I witnessed a crime.
In one, I was running, and in another
All I seemed to be doing was climb
Wasn’t looking for any special assistance,
Not going to any great extremes.
I’d already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Dreams where the umbrella is folded,
And into the path you are hurled,
And the cards are no good that you’re holding
Unless they’re from another world.
I’d already gone the distance,
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
Just thinking of a series of dreams.
…and put that doobie down — it belongs to Bristol!
[re=590646]randomsausage[/re]: Either that or high. Maybe both.
Alice-Andrew would look better with his CPAP/fetish mask on. And maybe some leather chaps & a bear-flag tattoo…
“…their masculinity is of a casual, unstrained type. … [Bears] are unabashedly masculine but undemonstrative about it. They are attractive precisely because they don’t try so hard. And they add to their outdoorsy gruffness an appealing interior softness. They have eschewed the rock-hard muscle torso for the round and soft and hairy belly.”
“But there was just more garden… and this creepy old guy next door spying on me from the gap under a shoddily made fence…very Kafka-esque…”
One underrated work by a great American writer is Kerouac’s “Mexico City Dream Poems.” It’s as close as Kerouac ever comes to being William Burroughs.
I guess it’s impossible to draw a picture of him without his head looking like a penis.
And Sarah’s “garden” is a metaphor what?
Does it begin with a “c”?
[re=590659]JMP[/re]: I really hate that Dylan song. It’s one of those tacked on the end of Biograph, to show “he’s still got it!,” in the ‘eighties, but he really didn’t have it at all. This song sounds like a pretentious kid’s notebook nonsense, songs about boring dreams, shitty 1980s snare production, ugh.
NOW THEY’RE ARE decent Bob Dylan songs about Dreams, like “I Dreamed I Saw St. Augustine” and “Bob Dylan’s Dream,” “My Back Pages,” etc., and “Tweedle Dum & Tweedle Dee” — that goes pretty well with this!
Anyway I fucking hate “Series of Dreams,” the end.
um, is sullivan being gay really the best commenters can come up with? ha ha?? ken layne, you deserve better.
[re=590659]JMP[/re]: That Dylan. Such a conservative.
After seeing that drawing … I’m suing somebody.
[re=590675]S.Luggo[/re]: Sorry. I meant “for what”.
My hands went all flappy and junk when I thought about the image.
[re=590677]hughman[/re]: No kidding. Did all the funny comments leave with Newell? Because I already deleted four or five here, and will be deleting more, along with commenter accounts. FreeRepublic is that way —>
The most recent version of the MLA has declared the beginning of a sentence with the word “Um” to be a death penalty offense.
In any event, Andy’s dream is his brain’s way of telling him that it’s irrevocably broken and wishes to be retired.
There was certainly a bustle in her hedgerow, don’t be alarmed now, also.
Perhaps this explains it: http://andrewsullivan.theatlantic.com/the_daily_dish/2010/06/tragedy-of-the-fishy-commons.html
[re=590659]JMP[/re]:
[re=590676]Ken Layne[/re]:
Not Dylan. Seems clear to me that Ken would be a sucker for the Everly Bro’s All I have to do is dream.
♫♫ la, la, la, can’t hear you, la la ♫♫
[re=590688]CrunchyKnee[/re]: Jethro Tull’s catechism indeed.
[re=590689]V572625694[/re]: Waaaaaay off topic from the p-town dwelling ‘mo that is andy sullivan, but Tamryn Hall is looking pretty in pink today. Yummy!
They are attractive precisely because they don’t try so hard.
Uh, right. Because this whole bear thing hasn’t degenerated into body fascism, just with a different build.
Jesus, between this and the whole “AIDS is over” thing, he really can’t see past the end of his own thoughts, can he?
[re=590683]Ken Layne[/re]: Give us something to work with, Skipper – and we’ll make ya proud!
Lost in Sarah’s endless garden
wandering, lonely as a cloud
Bushes everywhere he looked
that must be a metaphor
eh, I got nothin’ but the garden goes on forever and ever
[re=590676]Ken Layne[/re]: And there is Motorpsycho Nightmare – I was sleepin’ like a rat / When I heard something jerkin’ / There stood Rita / Lookin’ just like Tony Perkins
Andrew Sullivan “saw a Mexican.”
Alice needs a shave.
I’m surprised he didn’t dream of a garden full of pansies.
Excuse me now, I have to go stuff that nerdy chess club kid into a locker while sporting my letter jacket.
In the story, little Alice says the word “axis,” in context, and the Duchess hears “axes,” and proceeds to speak of violence.
Stupid and mean. Yep, Palin is the Duchess, Ken.
[re=590676]Ken Layne[/re]: It was just the first one that came to mind! Though my favorite Dylan dream song is Talking World War II Blues, but that doesn’t fit Sullivan’s ramblings.
Alice needs a shave
I think I saw them at the Blue Note Lounge last year. Post-country-ska-metal, right?
I wanna run through your naked garden? Sounds like she needs a shave.
[re=590697]progressiveinga[/re]: I know! And she’s on for hours at a time now!
Whew, Sarah. Time to trim that hedge, if you know what I mean.
Well at least he didn’t write about his lurid, pot-fueled barebacking bear-sex dreams that go on for 12 hours like that one time. I’m still scarred from that one.
[re=590683]Ken Layne[/re]: You will not regret the clear lack of discretion that has allowed my account to remain active.
Perhaps it is the mystery that shrouds my avatar, as I imagine most of the Wonkett-ers could not tell MMA from a pair of Truck Nutz (blue).
[re=590664]President Beeblebrox[/re]: Dammit, mate – there goes Ms. Sully ruining my fantasies again – those words coming from him might as well be Sarah Palin & Joe Liberdouche trying to sex-talk me!
It’s all bollix. In the end
A missed opportunity…David should have painted Sullivan massaging his own buttocks.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9lXDIBLluM
Sullivan traipsing through Sarah Palin’s Secret Garden? Hmmm.
Armchair psychiatrist here, but we all know what a woman’s garden is, don’t we?
Or does this just mean he’s been wandering in the weeds?
Such a complex mind.
[re=590989]Slattenpat[/re]: Hey now, we were talking Dylan here; Secret Garden is a Springsteen song.
Now I know what beneath contempt feels like.
I think I’ve been struck blind!
I always read the Daily Dish and when I saw that post from him, I was like WTF?
Oh well. He’s still one of the most intelligent bloggers out there.
Curiously, that same night, Sarah Palin dreamt she was in at a 2007 basketball game lost in Allen Iverson’s terrible cornrows.
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