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the corporate house of Horrors.

i must recollect everything that has occurred before it leaves me without solid memory on which to reveal myself Here, the mind is a terrible thing to hasten into without first understanding from where we were last, and it is this time distortion i relate to you now as you may have guessed it to be literate in this scope of time we have like fragments of a book somewhere… so before i confuse things and ideas any further, i shall go into my true story of what happened from my point of view on October 29th on a Saturday, and i admit the only day of the month that vaguely resembled Halloween as i once knew it… a little piece of background before i continue any further so as to flesh out perhaps a beginning to what is about to unfold, i have joined the historic Occupy movement just literally weeks after the hallowed Occupy Wall Street tangent began, and months after the whole paradigm-shifting started in Egypt if i am not mistaken Here… well, i am mistaken though only because more social factors than merely location has been present and building worldwide for decades at least as “superpowers” have become fitted in gilded cages of gold and silver and copper as well as any other extinguishable resource available to modern Mankind, but i am not bitter just disenfranchised and thoroughly anarchist in the right ways enough to make me WANT to change things for the better because i know we can make the difference between opposing forces at work in the world today… so i am passionate in the oddly distant armchair degree of civil disobedience, but at least i do go down to my local Occupation periodically to reestablish a connection to the better elements of real humanity at work for humanity’s social evolution at this point, which few actually give this movement the respect it deserves because everyone has become used to the romantically-tinged casual momentum of just waiting for dreams to come true while they never do because others accomplish them first realizing the bullshit Here in the struggle for nothing approach to living correct… sitting and waiting to be proven to be failures because all we ever do is criticize the real visions until we blind ourselves completely to the future, and then act all surprised when it devours our personal paradigm at last as others already made the transition centuries ago when you weren’t looking, so you might just feel how i feel about the current revolution that has always been moving to get here to bring those of us no matter what to a new social mind of compassion and understanding or maybe that is just the hope leaking out barely… so, the morning was a rush of sleep and rest in its most splendid states as my love and i stayed until it was a couple hours before the outline of what i was to do as a part of the “haunted house of corporate greed” that was to be the gimmick for what has become Halloween’s banal and commercialized blasphemes any more, and i dressed as the banker might if He were accepted for the demon He is with red shirt and dark tie underneath a dark jacket paired with slacks to match the tie and quite debonair if i might add… i sat in a chair after a little running back and forth between coordinator and make-up person as the sunlight wore down on the horizon just behind city hall, but i did a few other handy things around the setting before everything was ready to go after getting into my made up state of mind, it seemed rather thrown together at the time even as it unfolded quite well indeed as the hordes made their way into our park to get sacred by the reality of insidious machinations actually active in the world today… i helped finishing the preparation for the end “attraction” of the Bhopal dead projected on a makeshift screen of white linen displayed over a mock gravestone with acknowledgement for the dead, i was one of those holding the framework for the screen dressed in lab coat and white mask though i placed the mask on the back of my head and the coat worn backwards while i stood facing away with my hand flat on my back for like forty-five minutes, and i creeped out a few of the more skeptical children attending our affair with my backwards almost toxic representation in stillness as though like a living statue… this was not my only task as i wore the mask backward to preserve most of my make-up, but at a certain time interim i was shifted out with another person as a was getting tired of the standing bit even though i had overheard a few squeals that i wasn’t real Here as i simulated watching people behind my back, even taking a brief moment to turn and scare people who thought they could go through the screen by telling those who dared that “this was not an exit only an ending” which might have worked on their minds… who knows… so then, after slight social reservations, i threw myself into the “corporate demon” mode i was made up for all along as a screamed and hollered for people to disbelieve the “hippie shenanigans” going on Here… that all the anti-propaganda were “lies” and the promotion of banking in scary voices as children ran up to my in playful moods to taunt my opinions like i were a clown, which i guess as adults we are dressed in costume, but i found the experience fulfilling and in the spirit of the trick-or-treater within my inner child mind’s eye that still tries to connect with the physical ‘me’ i have become today…

Thanks, khet.