Faerie-Illusion(s): Dr.

There's something strange in normality, and this narrative explores why a 'delusion' might be a 'nice' gate to Earthly distance(s).

A short diary inspired by Photographing Fairies. Enjoy, 

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The collection of various robot toys signifying an advanced/developed consciousness regarding the metaphysics of intellectual ambition was an ironic claustrophobia, despite its terrific dollar-value.

That's why throughout human civilization history have wandered the spirit(s) of the humanoid-transformed/disguised 'faeries' (tiny winged humanoid from the Earth-forests with messages of wisdom/warning!) who try to deliver a strange light in regards to the development of machinery awareness.

You never know who precisely might be a 'faerie' in disguise in civilization, wandering around with a comforting consciousness regarding the continuing presence(s) of naturalism complementing the rise of machinery! These humanoid-faeries are visiting messengers of the evolution of thought, and they remind us that any given shopping-mall on any given Sunday will cast serious doubts about the human fascination with flowers, water(s), and bulbs (tulips).

You'll never know who exactly might be one of these 'faerie' humanoids so why bother trying to find their illusion(s)? Well, one might argue that if you're a metaphysics-writer or crime-noir specialist in Western civilization, say, in a troubled area like Belfast, Northern Ireland (United Kingdom), you'd want a special 'vanity-mirror' for the exercise(s) of other-worldly life explorations/storytelling. You might want to 'think' that a special 'stylish' Algerian-looking fellow traveling in Derry would be a faerie-humanoid with a special message about the 'quality' of democracy!

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the world-gem exchange and makes terrorism woe(s)!

I thought I honestly met one of these 'faerie-humanoids' while working at a neuroscience-firm in California. She was lovely and vibrant and extremely attractive! I wondered if I'd call her something wild/special like 'Pizzazz' or 'Mazzy' and honestly thought I'd become hypnotized by her charm(s)! I thought she'd had shown me special toy-gems in her pocket which was the 'faerie-humanoid' treasure-hand wielded to offer the distinctive 'faerie-illusion(s)' of dollar-dreams.

The special meeting-house where the faerie-humanoid inquiry originates is a social-house at an Ivy school in New England (Dartmouth). We watch anime about fairy-tales and faeries, and we explore the ninja-aesthetic as well as Marxist philosophy. We investigate the nature of capitalism and why its stark breadth can give rise to the 'form(s)' of Western civilization hallucinations in the form of faerie-humanoids with a message of fortune architecture haunting.

I thought about that woman 'Pizzazz' in California and what she moved me to think about my own unique brain and why I'd want to think a faerie is real or somehow around to create a message of special life directions. You can't assume you'd think you'd know why a faerie wants you to do something or go somewhere, but you do feel your civilization is rather 'ripe' for an other-worldly fascination about what makes the 'faerie' a nature-messenger. I mean, am I paranoid about the very machinery I espouse as a member of my tech-ambitious species, so much so that I need to 'believe' in faeries wandering around, disguised as humans? I mean, if this is a special idea about Pizzazz being my own 'hallucination' for escapism, then perhaps what I'm actually haunted about is what made this special Cali-lady my 'vision' of Earth's flowers...and poisons.

I walked by a toy-store in Manhattan and noted a special Lego-handgun in the front-window display and told the merchant I needed to own such a symbolic/distinctive piece of 'furniture' for fantasy in my living-room or den. He told me it was a display-item and not for sale, and I thought about Pizzazz, my special faerie-humanoid 'vision' of a Cali-lady (of course, I still don't know if that was her 'real' name!) and why she'd insist I buy this Lego-handgun. I didn't buy it.

I then had a dream Pizzazz is chasing me through my childhood apartment building with that very-same Lego-handgun I failed to purchase in Manhattan. She'd been yelling to me something about the IRA and was appearing to be very wrathful, and I wondered if she really was a faerie-humanoid, might I become more like her the more I thought about her? I mean, was I entertaining the Great Faerie-Illusion(s) simply because I 'needed' to escape from the darkness of the world's only drug?

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)