Tuesday, April 26, 2016

...In Torment...


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There are persons in torment, and it’s genuine, bunky! These belie all your snickers and sneers! They’re smashed on the rocks of some highly strange weirdness, yet shoved to the fringe's inconsolate rear!
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These write haunted letters seeming eerily truthful. These try to make do with their ruinousness lives! One has to lie to a spouse to keep *blending*... Another's alone and abused but *survives*.
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Just say it ain’t so,” people's relatives plead. “What's said's "science fiction," son, anyway!” “You’ve surely lost everything–now let *it* alone.” “...Get down on your knees, stop sinning... and pray!”
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...But these know just what they felt and saw and heard!
They know they weren’t just dreaming! That’s absurd!
What smells like that while dreaming? How's reality not perturbed?
...And this process of the "highly strange" goes its way, still, undeterred!
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I won’t pretend to understand their stark prodigious terror... These events which must exceed all sane control! Insanity inflicted has pretended their *discredit*! These are ...people... ground in gears... of steel and gold.
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If they’re wrong, the bunky reasons, they're "pathetic" parasites. They’re a drain on *worshiped* science; that's the worst! ...But correct... they readjust our shallow worldviews, and our *white-bread* compilations split and burst!
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If they’re right? They have an insight on these "changes," we suspect. This may mean that all you work for is untrue... ...All the wealth you have amassed... may be purloined from your grasp; you may end up "leeks" and "carrots" ...in a stew!
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If they’re right your personal world could get "uncomfortable," n'est ce pas... All your children could be thrown up in your face. All your works? An abomination of some true psychotic God; all your thoughts? ...Mere filthy rags in time and space.
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Is it best, then, not to know that you’re invalid without point, that's to say compelling evidence "shows" to" place"? For my part, I'd rather gladly "start at zero," begin again, than to live a life contrived, so losing face.
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...And still these "walking wounded" write me letters by the by. Their misery's complicated, sans surcease.  Abandoned, and alone, these are in tatters and impugned, and bullied by the likes of "mind police."
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...Too, they know just what they felt and saw and heard!
They know they weren't just dreaming! That’s absurd!
What populates their dreams like shrieking birds?
...Showing horror's unabated as what's "strange" goes undeterred.
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Think “Ellen” was a brave soul for her swim to Lesbos isle? Think her courage so conclusive or refined? It’s, respectfully, just a piddle, when compared to all the trouble the abducted take on board when they're defined!
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They are driven from their families far more often than mere gays? They are driven from their jobs... where they've worked and saved and paid?  They're divorced from all humanity and then driven to the fringe; and when it's you, you'd understand where "what's" to happen then.
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That’s the lot in life, perhaps, for those who put their trust... in our cultures admonition that it’s there for you, or bust! But show a little "difference" in "performance," I say true, and they shove you to the brittle ice and push you coldly through.
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So suffer your affliction's tattered lives, my honored friends—respected neighbors! Take heart it’s really happening, not contrived! Take heart that you're the vanguard and so, likely, closer still to what, soon, I must surmise, we’ll all imbibe!
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...See, these know just what they felt and saw and heard!
They know they weren't just dreaming! That’s absurd!
Who dismisses abject terror, on whose word?...
Who'd invent their hapless lives so marred and burred? 
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Steven Stills soulfully warns via any "oldies" channel from 45 years ago, "Something’s happening here–What it is ain’t exactly clear..." ...and he was spot on. As I hear it, we're all in relative indeterminacy on an out of control globe and awash in inky infinite space. Concurrently, we hurtle to some dark unknown as it is, at best, communicated from a lying rear view mirror. That's good news, really. Anything else would be boring.
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As regards the "highly strange"... So damn much is made unclear, though, and unnecessarily so.
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"Made" unclear... eh? That suggests mechanism, and what is that mechanism? What is happening and how! We'll leave "why" to those who mistakenly believe they'd comprehend it or even have the stomach for it. "Understanding" is not required, eh? Who "understands" the requirements for electronically publishing this page but a few in their own cowls and mantels?  Not me.  I just try to stay in the "curl" that "is."
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Wipeout looms, sure, but sometimes it's just a hop down to the pillowy sand after a finishing rooster-tail in the knee-deep soft-water.  This was, of course, subsequent to a transporting chronological wave, wholly tubular, so much so that the only sound remembered is the Om of the spinning water Mandela.  Then, board be-armed, you huff it up the beach into the fresh embrace of the new destiny illustrated with real meaning, appropriate satisfaction, and humbling enlightenment.  Perchance to brave the ride, again, tomorrow... eh?  Is it that easy?  Perhaps.  The kingdom is at hand!
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So be strong, you woefully affected. 
Ignore the ignorant jibes of the indolently aspected
wuff your wings as Joyce wrote, and well be!  
You'll have company soon enough, 
and if you care to that's enough 
to be better than detractors, and what they need.  
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You can have the last laugh, broadcast a few well deserved I told you so's ... and then give these scared newcomers the help they didn't give you.  Do unto others... am I right?
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That said, and for what it's worth if I may, you "experienced persons" have my regard, as genuine whatever the provenance of your sincere experience.
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Try to remember, though, it may not be the aliens, so much, facilitating your torment. It's your culture, likely aware of the very same thing vexing you, themselves, who are to blame. With its support, you see, one could stand tall to the enigma and not be cowed by it, or less cowed, surely.  Society is your villain, I maintain.
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Read on.   ...And restore John Ford, for Christ's sake!  Do unto others!

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