Time Priest: Post-Knucklebones

Time-capsule post-Apocalypse windows-tell of things of survivalism for personalized philosophy, water-guns filled with acid, and a New Earth of 'rouge' cleats.

Dystopian portrait for your Summer Friday AM. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to any person(s)/body and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations/criticisms).

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"Friends, I make this time-capsule re-tell of a horrid new Earth following the Apocalypse, an event of our planet/world that forced me to become a prowling pirate-like masked vigilante, armed with toy water guns with carefully-inserted glass-tubes in the shooting pistons, some to fill with HCL (acid) and some with Holy Water. Sure, this new Earth was half-exorcism work and half-battlefield consciousness. Acid scares the crazies at the shoes; Holy Water gives message a Satanic vampire has seen an Earthling with discrete prayers of old-Earth Christianity for personal/private/distant sovereignty (for toys and capitalism)."

ADVERSARY: Romantic, cat man?

ME: I've no name here, fool...you're one of the New Earth 'crazies' of anarchy.

ADVERSARY: We're the legion of the great libertine new philosophy of survival.

ME: Nothing I don't know; I'm a masked poet, as you see, Adversary (9/11 gods).

ADVERSARY: Oh, you saw 9/11 on television (World Trade Center smoke)?

ME: I saw it all; I was an artist, and maybe I still am...you a vampire, Adversary?

ADVERSARY: Your toys sure are impressive, artist...or maybe you're a priest!

ME: Facebook-like (for Heaven/Hell).

"Well, this time-capsule story-tell of 'my' New Earth is being buried by me for a future world archaeologist to make discovery or sense of for some 'brand' of capitalism consciousness maintenance (for the Ego). I've seen it all. Witness to 9/11 was just the beginning, if only on TV in the old States. Then there was the Coronavirus and finally the World War (America, China, Russia, England, North Korea, wow). Now, it's all survivalism and prayers with 'veiled' priesthood. I'm just a man armed with toy water guns filled with HCL or Holy Water (ok). Sometimes I lend my 'services' to small-settlements, making myself a marshal of teamwork and defiance against wandering Adversaries, marauders and vandals with 'survivalism-hyperbole' as New Earth philosophy for justified margins (damn). This is Hell. The method of behavior is only linked to memory of old-Earth medicine, paintings, even evolution (for leviathan/uncertainty). Everyone needs fiction (Facebook-like)."

ADVERSARY: I'm not a vampire, fool.

ME: You're a bloody anarchist, ok.

ADVERSARY: You gonna threaten me with acid, eh?

ME: You looking for ruined wanderer-shoes, Adversary?
ADVERSARY: I make wage you were a schoolteacher, Civil War poems, ha.

ME: The American Civil War of the 19th-Century was a nod to democracy, man.

ADVERSARY: Who cares?
ME: God paints too...memory is private, Adversary...we endure for football.

ADVERSARY: Facebook-like?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)