Violin shaped boxes carried gingerly across a main thoroughfare. An exhibit in many parts of a type that remains cloaked yet still very familiar. When the illusion drifts and other realms of existence open to one’s limited senses. The standard term in this world being hallucination. Why do such activities not fall through the cracks in the old floorboards of trivial artifacts of nightly rest? I find my own cause defaulted to little more than the maintenance of a daily schedule in my own brand of solitary confinement. “Hey Madonna, what else ya got?”
I wish that this were fiction but unfortunately this currently stands in for fact. Truth can be a sewing circle or just another well-supported claim cherry picked at random from an indigestible megalithic search engine. How can anyone resurrect eternity from this intricate maze? Where is the most conveniently available Minotaur when you need to get some replacement thread to replace your own that has recently become frayed? One’s own truth gets lost these days so deep and lost below. What is a good person worth these days and under which rock do they continue to hide?
If I think I am going crazy then just look around? What has anyone these days to hang their hat upon for the next thousand years beyond a Roman road? The descendants of slavers that built them are still crashing borders. I guess they don’t like living under the slender carbon fiber thread of media inspired democracy? The only thing far worse than a good ‘white‘ woman, is a good ‘white‘ man! The statement of same the ultimate heresy in the true demographic of universal hypocrisy. No one dare challenges the accumulation of rhetoric piled up on the other side of the door blocking further discussion.
It is after all, a card game. Collect the best hand you are able to based on the current customary rules of the game that you agree to play with the faith that by the sheer force of your personality you might see your winnings? People don’t always do what they are supposed to. It appears that the most nagging form of persistence, right or wrong currently wins the day? I’ll stick to haunted houses! The lack of company found there has much to say about the echoes one unexpectedly find still resounding in my head. It might give feminists and their favorite sex offenders a bad name?
I still believe in Aristotle, that old tottering fool! A Prodicus of Ceo who knew how to properly rearrange the Scrabble board with pieces of his day. After all,”I come not to praise this Caesar but to bury him!” Bury him next to those still all too potent episode of MASH and I Love Lucy. One foot apiece solidly upon the divergent pathways of Hercules. That old double message resoundingly reflected back and forth from each adjoining pillar. This confused conveyor belt of vice and virtue rapidly losing its appeal
Could it be that with a little hard won knowledge it is hard not to come to a conclusion that it is impossible to live with this current sense of ‘sanity‘ in a world gone mad? One where the rules change daily from day to day from hour to minute? Diversity resulted simply in divisiveness and life at a standstill? When will the green men mount their own form of irrefutably significant protest? So ‘soothe sayeth‘ the the stranger crouched behind the curtain in the GuyFi down the street awaiting more digital satisfaction! This newest trendy New York solution to alleviate any added stress by a further depletion of the potential gene pool. Another method to become even more trivial by enthroning yet another scumbag. Just make sure that your local transsexual Hermaphrodite is included in the mix in this ‘gender of the day’ play! It seems that it is finally time to pull up those pants and join the legion of compulsive haters before the angels of heaven bring their current nukes to bear! They’ll be no more back door escapes permitted then!