Abishai100
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Freddy Krueger mirrors-parable for your Autumn-'25. Thanks for reading,
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"It was Autumn in the American Homeland, and I had found myself wandering through a very nice station and area in the East Coast, preparing my special thesis 'rich' work about the qualia of dreamscape visualizations in the modern bureaucrat, perhaps swamped by feelings of commerce walls and escapism inevitability jumps of the Ego. I was taking Selfie shots and making scribbles as I prepared my study of traffic-psyche language readings at a Penn St. area library for my social media modern time of things of jitters (e.g., terrorism, Martians, consumerism lifestyle ornaments indulgence worries of ethics, etc., etc.)."
"While in the library at that Penn station/area of the Homeland, I swore I heard the whisper of the demon mind of Freddy Krueger, master dream-warden of things of bloody-murder and life muscle vertigo, himself a man convicted of ghastly crime act and then burned (alive!) and then returned from the grave to terrorize the fantasy feelings of liberty in young adults of Earth. Of course, I knew Krueger was in no-way a real being but a horror-media storytelling avatar, an entirely fictional creation, but I knew I wasn't insane...in that Penn area library for my study/consciousness."
FRED: You can hear me, prince.
ME: What do you want...I'm not crazy, you know?
FRED: You write about some jitters of social media age, eh?
ME: Maybe I drank too much while watching one of your movies, pal!
FRED: Horror is quite real, if dramatic; speaks to frailty of the society.
ME: What do you want?
FRED: I want you to add a qualia to your jitters-media age presentation, fool.
ME: What's it, Krueger (damn)?
FRED: I'd like you to compare frailty...with 9/11, if you can, prince.
ME: I feel I can't refuse...I'm not crazy, you know...it's a dream-challenge, right?
FRED: You said it, fool; so do not fail, or I'll stalk you in your dream-sleep (ha).
ME: Right (Selfie-like).
STORY_EXCERPT: "The valiant prince of the East (Coast), Mr. Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic) set-out to discovery why varied mobile phone signals were found scrambled in NY on the day the terrorists crashed passenger-planes into the World Trade Center for dark-message...and he now knew that such network patterns of Hell were somehow linked to dream-warrior consternations of all things of wise-medicine and set-out to find some dream-opus magnet between Blue Planet frailty and onside-know for all."
"Friends, I know this tell is anything but easy to conceive, but I'm not insane. I know Krueger contacted me at that Penn St. area library during study/consciousness to move me to some Homeland securities-feel of writing for address of both frailty and dogma, which I dared not refuse to work-out as (personal) superstition kernels of the heart (damn). What did he want? Was he a dream-warden set to cast me as a 'prince' of words in the American Homeland of Earth to make a story-image of traffic-frailty and walker-sanity for all? I don't know."
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
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"It was Autumn in the American Homeland, and I had found myself wandering through a very nice station and area in the East Coast, preparing my special thesis 'rich' work about the qualia of dreamscape visualizations in the modern bureaucrat, perhaps swamped by feelings of commerce walls and escapism inevitability jumps of the Ego. I was taking Selfie shots and making scribbles as I prepared my study of traffic-psyche language readings at a Penn St. area library for my social media modern time of things of jitters (e.g., terrorism, Martians, consumerism lifestyle ornaments indulgence worries of ethics, etc., etc.)."
"While in the library at that Penn station/area of the Homeland, I swore I heard the whisper of the demon mind of Freddy Krueger, master dream-warden of things of bloody-murder and life muscle vertigo, himself a man convicted of ghastly crime act and then burned (alive!) and then returned from the grave to terrorize the fantasy feelings of liberty in young adults of Earth. Of course, I knew Krueger was in no-way a real being but a horror-media storytelling avatar, an entirely fictional creation, but I knew I wasn't insane...in that Penn area library for my study/consciousness."
FRED: You can hear me, prince.
ME: What do you want...I'm not crazy, you know?
FRED: You write about some jitters of social media age, eh?
ME: Maybe I drank too much while watching one of your movies, pal!
FRED: Horror is quite real, if dramatic; speaks to frailty of the society.
ME: What do you want?
FRED: I want you to add a qualia to your jitters-media age presentation, fool.
ME: What's it, Krueger (damn)?
FRED: I'd like you to compare frailty...with 9/11, if you can, prince.
ME: I feel I can't refuse...I'm not crazy, you know...it's a dream-challenge, right?
FRED: You said it, fool; so do not fail, or I'll stalk you in your dream-sleep (ha).
ME: Right (Selfie-like).
STORY_EXCERPT: "The valiant prince of the East (Coast), Mr. Amlan Satan (Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic) set-out to discovery why varied mobile phone signals were found scrambled in NY on the day the terrorists crashed passenger-planes into the World Trade Center for dark-message...and he now knew that such network patterns of Hell were somehow linked to dream-warrior consternations of all things of wise-medicine and set-out to find some dream-opus magnet between Blue Planet frailty and onside-know for all."
"Friends, I know this tell is anything but easy to conceive, but I'm not insane. I know Krueger contacted me at that Penn St. area library during study/consciousness to move me to some Homeland securities-feel of writing for address of both frailty and dogma, which I dared not refuse to work-out as (personal) superstition kernels of the heart (damn). What did he want? Was he a dream-warden set to cast me as a 'prince' of words in the American Homeland of Earth to make a story-image of traffic-frailty and walker-sanity for all? I don't know."
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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)
