What we make of ourselves…

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I offer this simple story,

A beautiful young woman, Adair, leaves her loving Nebraska family and community to go to NYC. There, she meets a woman named Ghislaine.

Part of what hurts me is I offer a story, while simple, also arbitrary. It being arbitrary makes it irrelevant.

I want to make it be not arbitrary, but how?

I look to Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman for clues, while meanwhile contrasting them with Alex Jones, who contrasts well, because he is clueless.

Consider a few variations,

-An ugly old hag, Adai*, leaves her loving Nebraska family and community to go to NYC.

-A beautiful child, dang near an infant, leaves her loving family (or does her family leave her? a foundling?) to go to NYC.

-An ugly “under-the-age-of-consent” child, or so-called child, dang near a toddler, gets “pushed out of the nest”, on Times Square, which isn’t square, due to the role Times Square played, in the evolution of jazz, and the Age of Jazz.

Times Square is in Mannahattas, if you can believe it.

Jazz is in Mannahatta, though very insecure. Even in the Bronx, due to the Mississippi, the Mississippi delta, not that the delta is triangular in shape, unsuited to a square… An aboriginal name blows from a saxophone, and Alex Jones hears it as — Australian?

The Australians are coming?

These days, when aborigines are mentioned, and of course the Maori never got the Bronx as in a zoo, and at MSNBC (MS-NBC), or TimeWarner-AOL, it goes down in history, in slaughter, in present day Sydney-NYC, “botany bay” open fire, fire in water, as Injun, American Injun, can’t get enough of fire water.

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