If sadness is an internalized anger, that anger is not at the actions of one’s past self but at the forces of societal madness pushing and pulling like gravity at every consequential fiber of one’s being. The maze of this sadness can be absurd, and the mise en scène pro-fucking-found. Some special films make my brain and heart ache simultaneously; magically ill.

More to come on this…

The bark, grunt, squeal of a pig can be an expressive explosion of a yearning for human flesh…a desire, a need, for the pig itself to not only feed but be as one with human shame, guilt rooted in a process of overcoming the far-too-hidden faith in the pig’s very essence and to become itself a rightful deity, not immortal per se, but worshipped with an intention of fear, respect.

And not ‘all’ gods have daddy issues ~ some just eat, shit, and birth out.

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Another word for ‘judgement’ is circus.

Exquisite paranoia fractaled, Oedipal reality causation; everyone: ‘fearful’…the quietus of a sinister giggling.

To be trapped is a lust paid for by some in high sums. Those ‘some’ know a knowing our 8.75ish characters know all too goddamn well. And, maybe it’s not quite simply a sign of the times; for the signage is ancient and visibly bruising, busting definitively a ‘cap’ in ‘capitalism.’

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Overheard in theater at ‘The End’: “California traffic…!!!”