The morning was becoming another in a series of unpromising days that inevitably were caught in a perpetual gray haze. A time of year one could have easily tossed it off. Perhaps more nefarious? Considering the pernicious demeanor of mankind and its penchant for its most favored toy known as technology. Coming from that sense of ever unrequited promise. Of that, “never again” sense of utopia that one was always on the edge of achieving but never ever realizing. The promise without the punch. Or, perhaps maybe with the same? A rabbit punch applied stealthily from an unexpected direction. The effects of age were beginning to become entrenched.
Why was it that in this land people were so moved by appearance as the price of not being able to assess the inner substance within? The varnish and the fake metallic enamel plate convincing whereas the cumulative evidence of achievement however deviant of the inertia of a center channel course being indifferently ignored. The modicum of everyday lives of underlying stress and strain from an unworkable state of affairs as imposed from on high only relivable by the artifice of performers releasing some glimmer of their own inner capacity to fake strong releasing empathetic emotions of sorrow and joy sending chills throughout their audiences? Hollywood having another form of truly pornographic capabilities in its repertoire to offer along with the other long list of other transgressions that can be credited to its ignoble existence.
Walking down a midway of a country fair unable to notice the signs that are high above. Someone’s former daughter’s voice unexpectedly ringing out to call out each name on the passing signs. The window! Judgment by tract of personality versus cult affiliation motivation to accept anyone or deny them based on social programming cues. Go down the list. Dress, body language, verbal interactions, Marxism versus primal ethics. Propagated propaganda propagation dishwater dissolution pollution Socialist viewpoint Communist Bonesman Zionist review. A plethora of constant crackpot crap of mental fantasy land spouted to a broken little toy type ‘cradle to grave’ paranoid lower level of consciousness. Those passing before the window outside feeling naked to view? The rules of the game being not to acknowledge it. Siddartha upon Michigan Avenue. This cemetery of old ideas. Liberal hot spot mental dislocation prevalent in the Lemming zone. Social action Soviet inspired personality dissolution. Constant! Everyday! The march backwards in time to serfs and landlords. Anonymous stars in one’s ongoing personal epic. Black Panther versus Enter The Dragon. Sugar caffeine amplification. Then versus now.
Death says his book’s cover. Heady topic! Windy a breeze passing behind one’s head. A slight hint of a soul in transit. One that once was! The irascible one sitting down just ahead offering many complaints. As usual! Different forms of fawning in diffidence to the first amount of direct attention that she has received for decades. Sad! Irresolution out of proportion. The man across the aisle having a profile resembling a bomb’s shock wave. Save for the nose that classes him with a Semitic/Jew/Sephardic. This irony being the great revealer. Who runs the show? The poor piano accompanist looking positively worn out by the demands of years at her art. The dragon sitting to the left rising to catch the eye of her fleeing companion. A deadpan dismissive expression making one glad once again that they had not broken the silence to seek her opinions out. We are all stuck with the faces pasted upon us at birth. And must daily deal with too many exterior assumptions about what is the fault. That real time viper with the Aunt Bea face lights up with the passing of an undisclosed supernumerary. The new announcer take the microphone in hand and gushes out in Gay sibilance. Just here to become another sad type in the catalogue of those on their way out to make sufficient room for more.