Theater of Utter Charm Part 24

what do you need to be told to make you capable of pragmatic liberation which could be the foundation to a new assessment of the inevitable darkness is our measure but never our limit its manic prism reflects everything all at once while humanity puts its hope in youth you just have to let the idea hit you any idea the reasons are not apparent and the volume knob has been stolen by the bureaucrats and ideologues of an aging retro vista vanguardism there is such a thing where the blopatron tubes don't have enough hipster units to fire up their wrathodes we need to learn to travel at the fun rate of progress flee the immanent human baloonings of the outrage du jour served with a nice diesel oil dressing by the Malpracticing Surgeons Association no really and truly I you not at least that's what my embalmer tells me and he gets all the latest gospel he hails from the tribe of bland gossips miscreants from the Sea of Miscreation eaters of filth confessing to princely retinues looking for heroes in all the wrong places finding them blandly objectionable graceless tormented loud and inappropriate and certainly objectionable was our gallant caballero with his Cisco Kid tango hat and his TV six guns and his Desert Rose cologne but he saw things in great detail too much detail in fact leading us to the inescapable conclusion that consciousness is a matter of mapping a projection capable of emphasis to distortion what else do you need to know to keep planet Earth on its tracks its waves coming on shore at Paradise Island when the luck broker says toodeloo on the day we learn to fear our ignorance on the day we burst the bubble on the day we run the self-referential gauntlet and break down the door screaming I thought you were an ally even madmen know that they require a sun to prepare their dish and find their spoon their priests may have found peace with the Devil but I have not found peace with my metaphysical transparency implant which is a three-toed to remove my only advice is to simply stay loose and avoid those whimsical trips down Memory Lane there is a difference between the way things were and the way you wished they were but underneath the manholes and storm grates teeth-gnashingly obvious to the musical ear the moonlight drums at the Blue Note keep your metronome sincere and your ideas will not become a prison (to be continued) From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon