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Cleaning in the House ov Discord

the butterfly love swing swung lazily in no gust except the echoing of rust on the concrete remains of lost lust trust decayed, the guests were gone this time where the few leftover were far too hungover to remember where they might have left their keys, but today was after the party were wild things were known to lay claim… the chamber was a meat locker left from previous residents perhaps, but i didn’t know any better to say otherwise to the other old wives’ tales and haunted cures i might have heard had i listened for longer than the two seconds i normally allow, straining my ears to hear back to a time when other happenings might have occurred and even a pounding bass noise from fantasy perhaps were all things lost in the debris that i tossed in my share to clean the mess and without attending the party… a first from their history in that house where discord kept company with all the drunken debauchery, and perhaps sleeping gently still to this very day but none will know except for the inhabitants that linger and congregate where discord and fate shall not wither, when i left by bus on my quest to find the house i had no idea what to make of these odd people vaguely i had met and talked to online… only one invited me to the party the night before, but my lack of personality (merely the feeling then) kept me from really showing up as i have come to believe the state of things now, my bass guitar the only comforting talisman in my collection of personal relics was my tote along the streets i had never frequented until now as i tried to find my way… the wednesday prior to this was the failed church night i had found myself at last concert not too drunk to function, but far too inebriated to stay totally sane when the sanity my close friend and ride embodied was shattered by my lousy attitude, it was a harsh lesson learned as i walked back home in two hours after being told to get out of the car wherever we were at the time… this is where your humble narrator admits much more about his lack of tact for speaking with respect to other human beings, some strange people are entertained by those unique others’ harsh qualities as it seems the filter of social interactions is a high wall to breach especially as the ego’s ivory tower is built from negative reinforcement which doesn’t allow for the easy and slow human connection easily, but if you expose the creative juices no matter what form they take it is both magical enough and puts the psychic censor off-guard enough to allow those connections a greater chance of success when aiming for the true heart of the person to which your speaking… as much of this culture vapidly using entertainment as enslavement in order to eat away further at the soul of humanity, that we sit back in our mental ivory towers impervious to damage rattling off the cliches we saw on television or in movies in place of actually original speech and sentiment, and it is all thanks to the quantified profit engines that cold in opposition to the actual people watching their slop while requiring ratings to prove their worth to the sponsors and the audience… it seems though that the audience remains tertiary to the overall goals in the raking in of money as debt owed to the system that uses us as we use it in symbiotic yet parasitic harmony, getting back to the tale i started however, but i helped to clean up after the party with no push from any particular person there and have since befriended a good handful of the actual residents there as well as those that stuck around after the fact… on into evening, i swept and i mopped with the others who treated me so kindly as had not expected much but a spaced out neutrality at most, but even this perception was shattered as my lively and outgoing Self tripped out of the meaty walls of my tower mentality to get to know these lovely people who i do not even know if i will meet them ever again on that same level as i did this day… one wonders what it means to live out of the sight of other people as the separation creates a mock privacy which makes it clear that everyone should feel obligated to understand what we are communicating about, an attitude about individual human privilege linked with all these contrary elements fused together yet everyone must be kept at a distance or the crowded beast becomes upset by the ill-logic of this human chaos as it collaborates and insults the human experience in the same breath, but i do feel a sense of community with those people i have met and will meet as futures collapse into this present reality we live…

Thanks, khet.