The Witch: Liar's Joule

Man narrates his account/dialogue with a witch of the Pine-Barrens that invokes some intelligence-expression of things of Earthling mortal thoughts quickenings.

A witch-contact intrigue portrait with 'worldly' reference to the contradiction pensive logic-language 'hyperbole' of the Liar-paradox, loosely inspired by the contact-orientations film The Witch (Robert Eggers). 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I went camping in the Pine Barrens to get inspiration by campfire to draw out my great American comic book novel about incomplete-arts of things heroics and paranoia mindful for the Western Earthling landscape as a Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American 2nd-gen immigrant invested in sports-stories and social-networks knit for fiction/intelligence (Facebook-like!)."

"While in the Pine Barrens camping, I took long-walks in the morningtime and then one day stumbled upon a strange (but known!) manmade wall-structure by which a witch had been wandering around holding a great pumpkin in her hand. She told me she didn't want to disclose her Earth-name but invited me back to her special forest-cabin for some know/bread (Selfie-like!)."

WITCH: Is a pumpkin a fruit or a vegetable?

ME: Pumpkins are something like a squash and hence vegetable really!

WITCH: No, it is botanically categorized, like squash, as a fruit (no?).

ME: Well, pumpkin-pie invokes food of fruits, but pumpkin-soup is veggie-like!

WITCH: I have a secret, camp-man of Earth...I dare visitors with this query.
ME: What?
WITCH: I frustrate them with this pie/soup distinction in taste, as you labeled.

ME: Why?
WITCH: I practice the dark art of mind-cages construction, for visitors' games.

ME: Hmmm.

WITCH: I noted your precocious forest-stance for human-realm humility/poise.

ME: Cool!

WITCH: What if I confessed to you that visitors who get angst with me...die?

ME: You're into bloody murder, Witch?
WITCH: There's much air of Earth for trek/stature of the dark-side of mortality.

ME: Know of the Liar-paradox..."Every statement is incomplete" (IQ)?

WITCH: "Every statement is incomplete" (eh?)...but not that one (hmmm)?

ME: Isn't that a peculiar self-definition language contradiction of information?

WITCH: The opposite must hold-true..."At least one statement is complete."

ME: You kill cabin-visitors riddled by your pumpkin pie/soup discrimination?

WITCH: Maybe, camp-man (ha).

ME: Well...according to the Liar-paradox, there's liberty-space for labors, no?

WITCH: I suppose a witch of the woods must think of shapes of mortal thought.

ME: Selfie-like!

"Darn (complete!) truth was the Pine Barrens witch had moved me to make a more rigorously 'rich' American comic genre novel contemplation of things of shaped-contradictions for angst and consciousness of Earth-realm meditation (for doubt/whims). Pumpkin-pie and pumpkin-soup really did make the Halloween-season pumpkin food-item of Earth feel equally like a fruit and a vegetable (for the mind's eye!). The witch of the Pine Barrens seemed intent on thinking of the schisms/razors of the turns of the human mind and its shaping of life's emotions and even knucklebones (for leviathan/uncertainty). I wondered what she made of my labors-boxing invocation of the logic-language riddling Liar-paradox ("Every statement is incomplete"..."except that one"). I decided she must've been my fated/destined 'muse' for my comic-writing for things Selfie-smoke (ok).

WITCH: So you're writing some comic novel concept about hero-villain glass.
ME: That I am...fated to do, Witch (ha).

WITCH: I'm moved by your Liar-paradox reference to labor's knot, camp-man.

ME: Facebook-like (for field goals!).

WITCH: Farewell, camp-man (Earth's shades).

"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)