ongoing series part one.
One thousand years ago, when people still led each other into their own personal gardens of Eden, when heavens were still reachable, merely by conversation, and death was not a prerequisite to being there, when the Eddys of individual thought could still be heard, echoing throughout the halls of time, and were not drowned out by the quantum lockstepping of people doubting their worth because of artificial intelligence and then blaming each OTHER for it, essentially damming their rivers from ever really flowing, way back, when even the zombie apocalypse, was still just a twinkle in the eyes of Bela Lugosi, or a grain of sand, in the mysterious high desert Mary Shelley, or whatever King, had devised it, we all marveled, at the utter simplicity of things, things had reason, and changed or couldn't change, at will, before the worldwide banning of imagination had culminated from the lack of order which the fall of capitalism had left us all in, and the corporate panics, that had invented whole entire new kinds and genres, of resource wars, for the preceding five hundred years, there were clouds, no I mean it! Real FUCKING clouds! In the sky above, sometimes looking like squashed marshmallows, sometimes looking like Volkswagen bugs, there was never this mile thick layer of smog, and monoxide, that hangs here among, above AND below, our city, there were only twelve buildings, in the whole entire city, that actually had layers, oop, occupied living floors, that were ABOVE the smog, which, for all us on the lower totems or, everyone not ON one of those thirty nine total floors, of above-it-all, as we called them, the smog was a constant reminder to not only breathe but also, it reminded us of our total and complete enslavement, to the oxygen and water industries, owned by those thirty nine floors, I know these things because I just got back a moment ago and, from that, micro temporal dysplasia, which google had helped me to discover, and implement, into an actually dysplastic time signature, which caused fabric in both the prefrontal future time, and, what science called, the dorsal or back fabric, of time to conjoin, with sidereal time itself, in essence, we were TRYING, to establish a wormhole, but ended up fusing one particular strip or loop, of human history together, and that, is really why nobody from this epoch, can seem to LEARN anything from history, because time travel, became possible, for one single nano-microsecond, but like I said I'm getting ahead of myself, so before all this, just as the great flushing, had actually begun, when kids were dumb and learned from it, and you could see the sky on a clear day, people still went on dates, and walked in parks, nobody was afraid of being attacked verbally socially OR physically because, well, I think it started partially when politics began making rules that protected the interests of the money they filched from having NOT regulated the industries we the people had HIRED them to regulate, and it was this corporate greed, that'd become bred into, what became acceptable, as working members of Congress. Of course they, HAD, to GOVERN and CAMPAIGN, and so said they NEEDED the money but, were already paid for being there, and eventually they began being called OUT for their corporate scheming and finagling, shysterfestivals, which they ADVERTISED, as sessions of Congress, but in legalese were nothing more than corporate insider exchanges masquerading as the passing of bills and legislature, but that, is the attack dog style of training and programming, they had the media, give to US, to deal with each OTHER with, and between the popularity contests the POLITICIANS held, every quarter and the popularity contests, WE THE PEOPLE had, on the INTERNET, the once robust science of human dynamics and actual relationships, turned into a game of con or BE conned, turns into killer be killed! And it very very nearly wiped us ALL off the face of the earth, AT LEAST seventeen times, and that was just in the second quarter of the twenty fourth century, not including the Yellowstone eruption of twenty thirty two, the great Andreas quake of fifty eight, that actually made ocean front property in Arizona, (ironically leaving Alcatraz island completely intact,) but I digress, people really still were, of the impression, that IF they fully attacked EVERYBODY ELSE, in full attack mode, whenever they wanted to impress someone, that their lives, would suddenly get better, and all the anxiety would go away, and the eighteen billion member society at large in California, had only shrunk by a third, when those most southern counties, had melted away into the Pacific, and left everyone else in the state(s), in a panic, robbing, plundering, pilfering, catfooting, rifling through every single unattended item any and EVERY where, and eventually, factions of the citizenry of most EVERY nearby state, began to unite, in a nausea, based on that poor decimated population, constantly asserting, that it's ass was platinum, that they shat gold turds, that EVERYONE on EARTH, should lick their toes to even LOOK at, and they rebelled, and the tribes of artists watched, oh, yeah, I almost forgot to mention them, and they ALMOST didn't even matter! Because Congress, in their infinite shysterfestival mastery, and greatest possible wisdom, had very nearly muted the voices, of the people they so often claimed, to represent, then all the time THIS was happening, there were the protests, ALSO, that were nearly illegalized, happening fewer and lesser often, in less and less organized bands, of progressively more and more cautious, Meeker's, I meant SPEAKERS!! AND I had a role in this somehow, that I was SUPPOSED to have been able to showcase, and written about, but could only manage to get my PERSONAL journal entries into and so, here goes!
Somewhere in the twenty first century, I was hopping freight, every where I went, it was easy doing but hard times, alot cheaper than SKAMtrack, as I called it, I could get from L.A. to Chicago in two days, FOR FREE!! well if there wasn't a crew change in Kansas City that is, but, I learned nearly every single siding ON that line, and about every single other western line, maybe about, a quarter to a third, of the eastern lines I knew, KNOW but, it wasn't always that easy, or simple, because before the line gets to know you, you have to realize, that certain information,about the lines, is to be kept, in the strictest of confidence, never revealed, to anybody! .mostly they were things I'd observed, that nobody else ever knew, that i'd observed, certain items, in certain places, certain spots, on certain lines, and none of the twain shall meet, as they say,
Most of the crews that I'd met, were really decent guys, with families, wives, kids, that sort of thing, but every now and again, you got an ambitious person, who you never even saw, who'd only seen YOU! and you'd caught the notion of it as you'd walked by the locomotives that evening, hoping the crew was still out on break or change, and you never DID know, wether they were there or not, all you knew was, that you had to get ON that thing, because the job was asking you to come back, an come IN, the job you'd MADE for yourself, but again I digress, and am getting far too technical, for my own edification, and so, you're just going to have to humor me, and keep reading this, madhouse of horrors in training for shysterfestival college, already in progress….
I knew certain things about the way I was living was being perceived by regular nine to five job working people too, things like, don't let the impressionable of them ever see you actually ON a train, because that put the reality OF that activity, into their minds, even for only a moment, and impressionables, could actually be more dangerous than the so called know-it-alls, of polite society, even though they'd had the tendency of just waving or smiling, and not SAYING anything!
The very perception of freedom, of a different KIND of freedom, than they had known before, tended to convey, either a knowing glance, or a fascination gaze. Most of my interactions were with the know-it-alls but, I could never find my own balance, between the two, and so began my fascination, with the rails.
I HAD been of a one track mind, for many years before this all started but, before this work, had produced itself, forming into this one small seed of an idea, somewhere between six and eight years ago if I'm not mistaken, and I'd learned to ride and develop, seven different trains of thought at a time, from which I could pick and choose, which scenes to lay in in what order and with which verve's and yaws, pitches, and, plastics.
Oh there were ALWAYS going to be plastics, and they were always going to be a part of the future but first, they had to be formed, with teeth, and hair, skin and claws, or just normal hands, but that, is just a cloud of smoke, in a hall, of mirrors, somewhere, in the twilight zone, just kidding, it's all real, you got out of the vault, twenty hours ago, and you were exhausted, you had your wife drive you home so you could sleep, REAL sleep, and halfway through your REM cycle you sleepwalked back over here, hacked into our server, plugged BACK into Virtua, and now have begun walking back the idea of a neurosis inception based on wondering if you were really still asleep or not!
I have it ALL here on the monitor, printing out your personal copy, disc copied twice for us twice for you, as requested, permavault with only your approval code authorizing, and here you go! Your personal copies. Dial this number any time day or night to get the other copies.
©danjor
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