is the subject line in so many stories USAmericans tell one another, its the backdrop for the narrative tales that thread in and out of the jacks in the boxx the seven elevens the cvs walgreens white hens laying eggs on your bank account until they fall below zero and then get egg in your eye so all you see in your cloudy mirror you clean without windex but some substandard nonglass cleaner maybe with bleach cause you maybe are white and privileged and lazy like so many are once they reach that place of certain control and power... until they get undertowed away for having worn the boot too long for having basically anchored themselves in one place that has become so comfortable a locus where from all their lofty semideas can truck over their under inferieures who bend over forward or backward or side to side just to hide their true feelings toward someone not quite befitting the mantle of boss... on the balance sheet of life its quite clear their eggwhites of eyes register the very zero so many are fearing and steering as far clear of as may be consciously possible. who knows where the unconscious is going sometime, personal or collective. its what makes life interesting though, isn't it? what makes truth actually truly stranger in many many ways than what we might invent. if we are no good for nothing loser unemployed poets and self-actualized and optimized daily with new vegan recipes of cost cutting and paper saving, earth focused animal-friendly and rather fascinating as a bonus, right? yeah. that must be what people think of me, too. whooooo! good night everyone! xo
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