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The gradual eroding away of truth.
As I read the paper this morning it came clear that all the Media was suffering from the same malady that I would henceforth refer to as "truth decay".
When People put up Christmas Decorations way too early in the season I would call that "premature immaculation".
Fred and Martha put up all their Christmas Decorations the day before Thanksgiving... I call that a case of "premature immaculation".
That girl you see in passing and maybe she smiles.... you continue to think about and would like to see again but didn't get her name or number. So you go back to the Same Time of day... Same Place in hopes she will appear. STP Same Time Same Place.
She was on the Down Escalator I was on the up Escalator. She smiled at me in such a way I knew she was that perfect girl.... the girl of my dreams. I quickly got off the Escalator and followed her down in hope that I might meet her or get her name or fly with her to Paris or.... but she was no-where to be found and I knew I would think about her and would come back to this same place for a few days at the same time in hopes that I had stumbled across her routine and I would become part of it and see her again. But then I feared that she too would become just another STP Girl... Same Time, Same Place...I would go and play my part out in my Diving Dream.... but in truth I would likely never see her smile again.