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In Time of Great Distress

It boggles the mind that I can buy a fully functional kitchen appliance... say a "hand blender" (a horrific moniker if I've ever heard one), for less than $20. The sheer amount of energy that goes into creating such a thing.

Feels like I'm buying it on credit even if I pay cash.

I'm immersed in the errata of industrial life. Basically have to blind myself to it to even get passed the first thirty seconds of my morning. Must step around the 16 ton gorilla to reach the toothbrush.

We are ripe for change. Deep, meaningful, change. The kind that makes electing a president akin to a new haircut.

And... what the hell is a bilge pickle?



Sap me of my strength.

500 nuances of IS per second.

Perception wilts like a stranded puppy mewling in the Walmart parking lot.

Expectations watermark my senses as I crawl, begging at the coattails of doubt.


Reality has no trouble with paradox.




Squallor, Squallid, Squall, the Winds...

a rant a day keeps everyone at a safe distance, at the very least

on a ramble about the backstreets late last evening, I noticed that the cherry blossoms have already speckled the gnarly branches to which they cling before their ultimate leap into the gentle descent like so much pink snow.

they started in February.

This is the earliest sign of spring in this place. the pink snow that counters the frozen hexagonally symmetrical crystals, in their cascade from the clouds, gifts of heaven cut out of folded vapor, and sent to earth as a sign that the divine likes us, and has a very strange sense of humour.

hence, send in the clowns.

didn't you know? clowns are a religious order. you'll hear passionate denials to the contrary, from clowns, and evil clowns alike. Maybe not crunkers.

the uniform, though varied, and multifaced, as the diamond argyle of the troubadour, is recognizable - colourful gendreless comically exaggerated perversions of the ruling class - they are truly the fools that have chased the moneylenders out of the temple. The moneylenders, bankers and insurancers, spend much of their time indoors, in offices, automobiles and homes.

they have been chased out of the temple.

the fool, the hobo hero, wanders the tracks under the wide skies of the great outdoors, and remains in a temple of divine construction, not of divine inspiration.

and with that, the fool travels far and wide, and brings with them stories - and at the heart of every one of those stories is hope.

now the evil clown, that's a whole other tale. Ironic twists into cruelty and subjugation, playing with the material as if it were symbolic, and the immaterial as if it were paramount. This can be comical, in the tragi-comical sense, when so much blood and so many bones go into telling their stories.

and the evil evil clown, is a clown of a different pallor. More aware that the religion of clownishness is neither redemptive nor sacrificial. It is a mystery, hidden in the deepest darkest abyss, and ironically, comically, ridiculously, that very abyss, the ineffable, unnamable, unspeakable void, inhabits each and every one of our souls.

a shard of the abyss sits within us all, and we can explore it internally beyond our heart's content, beyond the duration of two lifetimes. and it has depths that can swallow a person whole, yet it is contained within.

what strange antinomy. Is that what is meant by Shiva's dance?

guess I'll cut in and ask.

in the meanwhile, seek ye the laughably ridiculous - because the sincerely ridiculous have taken over.

the best thing about the abyss is that nothing's better.

--PentWhistle

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