Theater of Utter Charm Part 8

the future cannot be but a computation and that's where all the problems start one after another all at once how are your levels of satisfaction arrived at personally generally universally consistently how good is your math how good can your math be substitute anything for the word math mine is only a varying so so as you may well have stereoscoped counting fingers seems to be the norm well why not run the village idiot for President of the Republic then couldn't make any difference I mean we're all honest as the day is long right honest with the pictures in our heads naming them correctly right right well all personal regimes have their vulnerabilities in such voluntary and delightful profusion and as the pictures fade we send the pages of text the much expanded captions as a pale substitute that we hope will do the job ha ha ha ha ha ha but language equals logic no escape we communicate as we think no escape now let me speak for a moment about warnings they are situation relevant and situations change so there you go ripe for paranoia back to the future is not a movie it is a twisted notion shielding the entire spectrum of fakery yes danger exists for all sides even for the bastards who curse you in my case it's the Dancing Monkey Curse my inner simian has an I.Q. of 666 I'm no match but he needs me like any parasite worth his supper the discontinuity between us is only skin deep but that does cover a lot of territory my efforts at taming him have been met with transnational quantities of sarcasm hooting gesticulating chattering to the press this isn't an easy case inspector the victim didn't know he was a victim until our most recent discoveries at this precise moment in history follow the money has never been truer sung in a cleft palate aria delivered from pulpits written by the blind sung by mutes who can you trust any more politicians bankers derivatives brokers their sleek limos gliding in the moonshine that's all you need to know my Guardian Angel guild just informed me we might have to leave you trapped in the wreckage a while longer fortunately for me it turned out to be a mere semaphoric metaphorico-semiotic symbol launched at the balloons overhead I turn to them more and more often when the going gets tough the tough get poetic guilt assassins on every street corner From "Theater of Utter Charm" http://tinyurl.com/yd5wbtgt Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.site11.com/