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wah-hah-loh-Tay day

the mother, the father, the girlfriend, the boyfriend, the boyfriend’s mother, and the girlfriend’s brother… and shortly after the meal had ended there arrived the brother’s girlfriend, where in which more drinks were to be ingested well before nights’ end, but none of those there knew it at the time… it originally started quite discreetly enough but where it started exactly is a murky memory to say the least, the odd turkey-related behavior in praise of the god awful with its unholy seasonal shift once again at the edge of vision beginning with the usual feast-to-end-feasts as horrendous numbers of the nuclear family radioactive citizens waste without undue mass mimicry in one great conjoined ritual of these strange yearly increments that soon become followed by the decorations that signal yet another year leaving us by ourselves as the next year comes to quickly fill the place of the last one… there was a minimum of effort cast into the process of the feast this year that made it feel as though like the ritual is less exacting and as specific of people’s roles to manually labor in making the food and the ambient mood appropriate for the occasion, games at the end of the evening to while away the time as the drinks hit the stomach making people more pliant to the different casual situations that occur in these tense times of family gathering, but where can these collections compromise together in order for an ease of relating to the one another relatives you only see every so often anyway… where is that classic joy that used to fill the world when it was still snowing throughout the November of childhood, when the trees actually changed color somewhat predictably over many multiples of years to what we consider the Now that remains in existence, or some youth might think of it as an edge perhaps between this realm and the next… a step in neither exactly right or wrong a point of reference as either direction becomes the most appealing by exclusion of the Other, which is the instinct we quite often confuse with being literal the assumption that we know what is as we are limited to our own scope of greatness, but not to despair because the sequence to this has all started once before in memories that we barely have the insight to reclaim this knowledge for ourselves… the dreams of the dreamer nod to us in a half-awake surreal salute to the imagined perceptions triggering short suspension of this time loop, the demiUrge has built such a cunning trap as this place that remakes ‘hell’ as ‘desire’ so we have become its harem in reserve waiting for the coum to surge from this beaten dead turkey gone to fry or simply retire as we just keep up to the gobbling gibbering consuming as we plunder further past the crispy skin, and straight in to stress the meandering lout out of feeling this chill and bitter air through a drunken haze filling the human brains like swill sloshing and spilled… the native Americans Indians were not the actual source to the man-made treachery of pilgrim’s passage as the bad vibrations were passed along from piggy monarchs to their asinine vassals who discouraged freedom of religion which had become a big deal in Europe by then, but this didn’t prevent any of the passengers of those cruise ships to avoid what would soon be referenced to as the mainland in a few hundred years time, however we all know how to alter the perception of time to some degree or another even as we might sit Here and read this… because it comes to my attention that Vespucci and Columbus are not as literal a fountainhead for the discovery of the new world as presupposed through common holiday dread, he had cross-pollinated ideas with the monarchy of Spain and the family Medici back in the day, but i am curious if he didn’t have any deeper more conspiratorial ties that we could never be certain of as it has to be more than a case of conquering ancestors that has made us this strange today… the beginning makes one question the end and its edge, but i will have to leave it brief at that, as there is so much to catch up with that test the various imaginary layers to what tricks us…

Thanks, khet.