Theater of Utter Charm Part 10

he licked the carving knife at every meal the old gods hovered close he knew who they were and furthermore why they want to be real so badly consequently only the curious will ever make sense of this enmanglement letters of marque available upon inquiry so many justifications so little time extreme hipsters unite you have nothing to lose but your corners a bumbling manifesto for rotund halfwits except for one who appears to be our captain quite thinly sutured and bow tied for we must never forget those who have fallen for the trinkets and bijous glittering on the screen while they last on file at the Gemstone Network yes things come radically into perspective and then gyrate madly out again in dreadful need of an aspirin or a bullet this really can go anywhere for example we emerged stumbling from caves choking in the smoky blackness surveying the devastation the carnage the upending of our terrestrial domain by the larger domain of greater detail it's that simple a moment's reflection will confer that its logic is not chopped liver I have to go now the pipes are calling and so are the police sirens what does it take to buy a little slack in this town the roar of his inner feline was more like a Halloween belch trick or treat is pretty much the name of the game message message blank your message this is the voice of abstraction point B seen from point A with some time in between not many original thinkers out there when we really do need to be patentable are you ready to play the game yet I'll be the economics professor and you can be the union vanguard and they can be the cigar chomping bosses except that all the union guys chomped cigars too and I seldom mind lighting up a Macanudo in dreadful need of jugglers and clowns leaping chasms of doubt climbing spires of fear somersaulting across a galaxy of ideas about how the world and our minds are made and so on and so forth till death do us part wedded to truth and the truth of our end fill in the appropriate blanks in the code talker's tool box they didn’t call it slapstick for nothing one slap for laughter two slaps for victory three slaps for honor slap slap slap slap you can arrange them as you wish that way everybody gets in the act just don't ever start thinking you can't be fooled nobody gets off that hook (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon