New Years Eve – initially crafted December 31st, 2017 –

New Years Eve – initially crafted December 31st, 2017 –

A Story by matthew scott harris
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a hodgepodge of thoughts as the so called new year approaches intertwined with the belief that time is an artificial construct

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six plus months after we moved to Highland Manor Apartments.

(alternately titled:the rubric sans artificial construct of “time)”

The abstract concept of time slightly modified nine years to the date later including an amalgamation of additional poems written how the last day of intervening days 365 or 366 designating two leap year's encompassing 2020 and 2024.

Who knows whence the measurement of time came about, though this chap proposes the following general happenstance. Perhaps psalm body named Judas Priest arranged to congregate, but cohorts restless (sans Quiet Riot), did Accept a Mercyful Fate asper their Iron Maiden pact, but needed to reassure doubting Tom us (a petty detail), how to coordinate self anointed Black Sabbath. An Idol Billy Graham proposed a resolution (this coincidentally enough would be calculated, figured, and interpolated vis a vis to happen on New Years Eve circa unknown when some metal heads put their Smashface together, and contrived a crude modus operandi, which involved each musician to crank up and amplify to the max his instrument of choice. No matter distance extant between closest and farthest member, would be if barely faintly heard. The era re: these bit players didst dabble with primitive chronometers comprised hamlets a mere shouting distance apart. Once a quasi reliant (and affordable) methodology evolved, one singer songwriter upped the (space/time quantum theory) ante by conniving, fostering (the Village People), inviting live onstage performances. Quite a bit of fancy free footloose gimcrackery reckoned to be salable to sell at audiences, thus drawing a Crowded House. Nonetheless, there remained the confounding, irksome, pesky quandary sans figuring precision concerning how to segment morning to night cycle. Perhaps the town nerd might own the (get) smarts to tinker satisfactorily until...PRESTO! The purported impossible mission solved with refinement propelling one geek after the other into the kleig lights if only for a blink of an eye! A quick and easy (makeshift, albeit very temporary) Cheap Trick would suffice in the interim (which might entail many generations) to rock a Super Tramp off The Farm. Lo and behold a panacea arrived in form of Jethro Tull. Beastie Boys (more or less marauding hooligan gangs comprised of Arctic Monkeys) possessed an uncanny verve zeroing in on challenge. They designed, handcrafted, and linkedin courtesy Pinterest ting x2c.

now resumed and continued...nine years later.

Though three hundred and sixty five days remain until the end of two thousand and twenty six, I (a round peg in a square hole or a square peg in a round hole) find an urgency abounds to write an outstanding literary pièce de résistance the instant the micro, nano, pico, et cetera second inches one year closer to the apocalypse, (I wonder if said admission hashtags me a pessimist), yet predicated on the track record of Homo sapiens, a forecast that aforementioned genus and species will prevail until the end of time, the violent mean streak marks of human beings not a promising trait in their favor, (hence the prediction of one nasty, short and brutish knave that I know like the back of my hands and little feet) bespeak self important bipedal hominid will be the cause (hell bent on casus belli) immediately come to light, which self destructive predilection easily translates that man/woman kind in general will never outlive the long range (near immeasurable eons of time) that witnessed courtesy extensive fossil remains that pegged Dinosaurs ruled the Earth for an immense span of about 165 to 180 million years, emerging around 245 million years ago in the Triassic period and dominating through the Jurassic and Cretaceous periods until a mass extinction event 66 million years ago wiped out all non-avian dinosaurs, leaving only birds as their living descendants where, future explorers of the future, (who immigrated from a distant galaxy within the outer limits of the twilight zone, where dark shadows evoke a permanent edge of night) will shake their hirsute heads in mock unison astonishment at such a diverse gamut temperaments displayed courtesy creatures utterly brilliant (including the writer of these words) in one breadth (the width or side-to-side measurement of something, like a table or fabric, but it also refers to the wide scope, range, or extent of knowledge, ideas, or experience, showing openness and variety, such as "breadth of knowledge" or "breadth of vision)" eminent (not only within the difficult to pinpoint genre of Eminem (primarily maker and shaker of Hip-Hop/Rap, known for its complex rhymes and raw, autobiographical lyrics, but he blends in elements of hardcore hip-hop, horror-core, pop rap, and rap rock, often with dark humor, shock value - as his alter ego Slim Shady, and crossover pop appeal featuring artists like Rihanna, making him a versatile mainstream force).

After that initial flush of deification (to he/she, him/her, his/hers, et cetera for surviving the odds thru the countless ways and means of meeting one's demise), an immediate amplification of the ordinary intoxication (quaffed by hard core drinkers, and teetotalers alike) will prevail across the webbed wide world linkedin by the mere entrance into cyberspace (courtesy flash of fingers across buttons, keyboards, screens, et cetera (though no single number for "ways to enter the internet," but rather various connection types (Fiber, Cable, DSL, Satellite, Cellular/5G, Fixed Wireless, Dial-up) that deliver access, plus access points/methods (Wi-Fi, Ethernet, Mobile Hotspots, Public Wi-Fi, VPNs) to use them, all funneling into the global network using hardware like modems/routers, that allow, enable and provide egress and ingress - the latter considerably more difficult to extricate oneself from the the electronic muck and mire among the nuggets of revelatory, laudatory, capitulatory (adjective - means relating to, or inclined to, capitulation, which is the act of surrendering, giving in, or ceasing resistance, often under specific terms or conditions, like a defeated army surrendering or a company caving to market pressure.

It describes something that facilitates or embodies this surrender, like a "capitulatory agreement" - terms of surrender - or a "capitulatory mindset" courtesy entrapment tendency to yield), facilitatory - adjective �" means helping to make something easier, promoting it, or moving it forward, essentially serving to "facilitate" a process or action, often used in general contexts for helpfulness or in medicine/physiology for boosting neural/muscle activity, and describes something that aids a function, like a small loan being a facilitatory tool for farmers or a government's role being facilitatory rather than controlling, and inclinatory (self descriptive and natural tendency or urge to act or feel in a particular way; a disposition or propensity).

Though approximately less than a half dozen hours yet to lapse before pocket of humanity in my neck of the woods - Southeastern Montgomery County, Pennsylvania - will temporarily forsake being basket of deplorables for arbitrary instant karma to attain that impossible mission across global swaths of green acres and seven seas (making the cyber sea the eighth) once again measured in nano, pico, nano, et cetera seconds before gunshots heard and gun-smoke seen that messages signal sent by telegram to inform other people whatsapp pining, yet I hardly expect human nature to undergo some amazingly graceful transformation, whereby an astronomy phenomenon hashtagged The Harmonic Convergence, which actually occurred on August 16-17, 1987, a globally synchronized meditation event organized by New Age proponents like José Argüelles, centered on a supposed planetary alignment believed to usher in an era of spiritual transformation based on interpretations of the Mayan calendar, and maybe once again all the planets will become miraculously aligned and appear unified up in the sky from Earth's perspective in their orbitz triggering a sudden unexpected phenomenon when all creatures great and small, wise and wonderful, and every living thing in general (indubitably, mainly, and principally one simian, who rose to the top of the class after surmounting he/she, him/her, his/hers, et cetera did get smart) sally forth along the yellow brick road.

© 2026 matthew scott harris


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