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Theater of Utter Charm Part 12

but this is certainly not intended to be an instrument of terror except maybe for the habitual who are out for my blood and from whom I am occasionally rescued speaking of which it looks like time for my fairy godmother's visit yes imaginary is a really big topic not exactly formed by a demand for accuracy more like a suitcase full of mirages than full of mockups and prototypes from the indeterminable and interminable house guest you call Self all the little mess ups that the Desire Genie lays before your feet you don't think your children detect they detect everybody wants to have the big tingle only because it appears that others have it until erased from history rears its head crazy as she goes helmsman blue sky up above hole in my pocket below always worried there won't be any left got to pray to the ultimate whatever and its ever present jaw dropping amazement utterly everything is contained if only because we think it that much can be said with certainty the desire to escape containment is the other human condition grab your demon self and ride the puppy where to is anyone's guess trend plotting is a very young science emerging from the superstition of hope while building the world of tomorrow meanwhile I refuse to waste a good mind the future comes upon us like it or not tick tock running out of highway where's the steering wheel drive or spectate and get rolled over how can you react to any unknown but to render it known Fortuna had him by the foreskin you're coming with me she moaned a game of fill in the blanks I retorted the results are normally bloodshed she detorted the whole village went into a box car that was an unexpected surprise unforeseen gone from memory until this mention but who am I to judge the many compensations against amnesia too many latched compartments moments of solace are so important in these mumbling times where the future is tangled with the past to a crippling degree while also standing bright on the horizon enough to make anyone crazy a broken beyond repair crazy in case the message has slipped past you all this is to be avoided counsel from the lactating angels there is no trick to being genuine it is our ground state there is however a trick to spotting a genuine fake and they are to be avoided too with both feet headed in a single direction just whistling the secret word just upping the scopolamine dosage in search of the perfect hidey hole (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon

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