The Knucklebones-Engine

Selfie-portrait of everyday-sanity walking pedestrian of Earth/America suburbia pocket with psychic-powers sensing an invisible spying specter-presence of beings requiring a 'know' question.

A jitters/existence tale. Happy end-of-Summer, all (thanks for reading), 

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"It was late-Summer in the year-'25, and I was taking my daily-walks in those last days of nice heated sunshine in my Homeland-Jersey suburbia area of Echelon and wondered about general American securities for life and pillows when I got the sudden eerie feeling that we humans of that pocket of my 'fare-rich' Blue Planet of incomplete-arts of shared/social activity was being watched, spied, observed, monitored, and even hawked. You see, I'm a telepath, a natural psychic, with deep sensitive feelings of unusual depth of events and goings-on, and I would be able to detect such odd things even in a normal overground Earth 'haven' like Echelon (Facebook-like)."

"I didn't know what to think at first, so I began to take black-and-white Selfies and made posts and blogs about living and dreaming and wandering and thinking and relaxing in Echelon as an American citizen/pedestrian/dreamer; and maybe I hoped the spying invaders, from another dimension perhaps, would note my precocious stance of existence in Homeland-Jersey life and approach me directly and offer me answers to the rationale-inquiry of their agenda for social/media/overground life or culture (Facebook-like)."

"Well, I have to say, wandering around in that neck of my woods of Earth in that late-Summer season of the year-'25 had me thinking creatively and privately about the qualia of existence in suburbia and therefore making guesses about why mysterious half-invisible 'specters' (from another dimension perhaps) would find such nature-intrigue as spies of general Earthling (American) life for everyday consciousness (Selfie-like!)."

INVADER: You're rather calm and self-conscious of your sensitivity of land, man.

ME: What do you want, spying on us (like this)?
INVADER: Aren't you thinking it's odd that you can sense our presence, fool?
ME: I'm a psychic, and I'm sure you sensed such a truth, spying on all men!

INVADER: Echelon's roads, it's Jersey-life, and suburbia is 'rich' for journals/art!

ME: Maybe my psychic-Selfie contours with your 'art' surgery of normal traffic?

INVADER: We've been inquiring of your race-sanity; you must be curious about us.

ME: Not really...I just wondered if you're Martians or ghosts or time-travelers.

INVADER: Well, we'll tell you a secret for one-guess; maybe we're time-travelers.

ME: So, in the future, humans know a way to wander as invisible cloaked spies?

INVADER: Maybe that's true...and we're recording the Romanticism of Earth-past.

ME: That's a more romantic/sensible thought than a Martian colonization image!

INVADER: Think what you like, for our inquiry's complete; Echelon's knit.

ME: Thanx...I guess (it's a Facebook-knife for we men of Earth).

INVADER: Farewell (Selfie-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)