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TGIF
I have a ritual that I perform often. No, it is not magical in creation or summoning but it is good for the soul. It is simple and easy and I have done it for many years. On Friday’s while the rest of the world busts with mayhem I retreat in to the cool darkness of the afternoon matinees, I am sure some might prefer the spa or some mountainesse retreat but here in the concrete jungle of jilting colors and colliding montages and jeered sounds, I find my escape, blissful. THX sound fills my ears with unity and Techno Color harmony my open sky. There are seldom lineups for bathrooms, concessions or tickets. The open crossways and seating a perfect Zen-like sand garden dabbled here and there with outthrust and contrast. The out of body experience Exhilarated by corn and cola and while not always restful restorative mediation I find myself reluctant to leave, often doing a double whammy and occasionally a triple. When I do exit I see them, driving their designer coffins laden with useless heavy burdens drained and on the brink of snapping---------- horns clash and metal rubbing in desperate attempts to futile escape meters ahead of the other million, racing to undetermined ends and unfilled destination held fast by blinking lights and corner signs.
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