Folded Thought of the Day:


Let's discuss some of the more fundamental aspects of pointlessness.
Are we willing to dissect this entire procession?...settle in for 
the token score.  Look to the make the connections.  Utilize more 
of these amateur philosophical wanderings.  It's all materialism 
at this point.

Crafting the majestic tapestries so popular in these parts.  I'm 
sure you've seen them on the side of roads and adhered to the 
back of moving vehicles...carrying such profound new-world promises. 
Fractured references in guilded matrimony.  A long dark journey 
through trivial pursuits.  

Gathered around the communal pit and pairing off to seek a moment 
of solace and understanding.  The swing dance of our lives.  Our 
graceful and desperate attempt to grasp for that next straw...
the vine that will take us to some comfortable resting place among 
the forest's more rooted destinations.  Waiting for just the right 
moment to let go and take that big leap...hoping that the next rung 
is actually attached to something firm.  Giving all of yourself over 
in a beautiful act of faith.  And wondering if it's all about to 
come crashing down.  Such is our nature.

Making peace agreements with forces left over from the hallowed 
regime.  Doubting your motivations and intentions (not to mention 
qualifications) on entering the arena of futures speculation. 
The lions were released long ago.  And they've invented a whole 
new, and far more relentless set of sharp-toothed opponents to 
test the mettle and forge unsettling fear in the jaded spectators. 
Hitting us all where we live.  Making it hurt.  Raising hairs 
on the average non-believer. 

Well, don't mind me if I take a few laps to survey the terrain 
and kick a few holes in the stylized decor.  Just trying to gain 
a foothold.  Get a little better idea of just what's being kept 
from sight...what set of jackals might be waiting in the wings. 
Distancing myself from the Boy Scout troop -- all doing their 
best to prepare for what comes next.  Nah, I'd rather get a 
glimpse of exactly what I'm up against.  Gotta be pro-active 
in these modern times.

Tripping on your own lost cause.  Finishing off the remains of 
the day with a little hair of the dog.  Questioning the theories 
of mad generations.  Shaking down frisky attempts at bettering 
the arrangements on the field.  Knowing that there will be no 
evening of the odds tonight.  Making troubled deals with minor 
details.  Realizing that none of the judges are scoring based 
on charm.  They wouldn't have it in them.

The siren sounds and the bats come charging out of the tunnel, 
taking an immediate left as they exit.  And so our epic battle 
begins.  Or does it?  Doesn't seem to be much happening.  Is 
this part of the psyche-out game plan?...designed to wear us down 
one by one.

Coming to grips with this new-fangled belief system.  Stretching 
the truth to fit this expanding set of circumstances.  Forgetting 
far more than you'll ever remember.  Joining the dynamic duo 
on their quest for stardom.  Sure is hard to keep a low profile 
these days.  What with underground movements being all the rage. 
Everybody taking turns at coming up with witty come-backs.

Yeah, well, don't mind me if I duck out early.  This sure wasn't 
what it was cracked up to be in the fliers.  So, what's new?


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