'Liberation!' Astonishing how criminal instincts do survive in the human species." -- Yevgeny Zamyatin, stewarded by beleaguered American translators.
The
old adage about mixing apples and oranges isn’t quite so representative of
incongruity. Both apples and oranges are rich, nutrient liquid masses produced
for seed germination. Both apples and oranges are tree borne fruits with peelable
and edible skins, in some degree, packed with citric acid, with one favored by
worms, the other more porous to the naked eye and associated with the benefits
of sunshine, currently a rare commodity in this neck of the northeast, where
the Delaware River swivels with an inverse question mark at its narrowest
before it empties into the Atlantic; yet the semantics of the phrase remain due
to correspondence which pleases the symmetry of primate eyes. The idiomatic
mixing of horticulture’s most domesticated fruits is indicative of a disruptive
pattern, and for those who try to toy with this, like this former palsied poet
still out to pasture, sometimes it works, like in my happily recovered “Electromagnetic
Custer” piece, which the 1991 graduate team at Oxford Magazine accepted last
minute, but when it doesn’t, it can splinter under its own weight. A good
example of this is Gareth Tunley’s 2017 indie, “The Ghoul,” which is rather
baffling, and splinters off in too many unexplained directions, despite Tunley’s
efforts to create an infinity trap for its troubled protagonist. It may be a
short feature, but the supporting character Moulson is never adequately
connected to the hero’s menacing and wayward turn, and as can be best puzzled
out, Christopher’s university couple friends have a parallel to the older
therapists who feature prominently in whatever narrative arc there is to grasp.
A hellish sensibility cannot serve as the sole sinews for such disjointed lack
of a plot. The Prime Original 7500 fares better, but aging battle axes in the
fractal of a drain swirl pummel touchpads bit more slowly than of yore, and my
ambition to tie this into disillusionment with libertarians of the left? I have
a bad habit of losing patience with account holders who irritate me, and I
tried really hard with Curt, but his sentiment that “Tubman’s bust (sic)
appearing on the twenty dollar bill is really cool,” broke this imperiled camel’s hump, and I blocked
him in a miserable affront to my endorsement of 1st Amendment
principles. Since I am still stupidly paying Alphabet for this domain, I don’t
have to post this very minute, but my buttock has been forced into
jeopardy. Overheated gauze. The obstinate nigger care simply isn’t enough for
the hatred and hastily assembled ignorance which destroys spastics such as I,
despite qualifying remarks by any sympathizers.