Again, this is a misused and misunderstood label. Not exactly a diagnosis from the DSM.
Clearly, Kittenfish Mountain’s “One of the Most Insane Christmas Eves I Ever Spent” is not all that nutso, just a dream. Despite what my missus tells me, every dream is so weird–even asking for your shoes.
The H.P. Lovecraft Historical Society delights in the horrors of early XXth Century lit to carol out disturbance, despair, and psychic destruction. “I’m Dreaming of a Dead City” sees Cthulhu when he’s sleeping. “Little Rare Book Room” checks out The Necronomicon only to the elite. “Mountains of Madness” sic Shoggoth on us campers. Then Dagon Tabernacle Choir has to one-up them with the Hannukah special “Tentacles“. What an Arkham spectacle.
Not caring a whit about sanity, The Hot Buttered Elves’ “Tiny Happy Plastic Gumball Machine Santa Luck Charm” charms with diva lounge blues and rando lyrics.
It doesn’t take many years of training to figure “Santa Was Eating The Christmas Tree” is not stable behavior. Dysfunctional Family Band runs cute with kidsong feels. Don’t listen too carefully to the big guy’s rationalization. (IF it was dream, then the dreamer’s kookoo.)
Santa can’t bring you “Mental Health“, softly pops NmMindstorm without hope. Gifts aren’t appreciated fully without it. Oh, and BLUE ALERT




