THE ULTIMATE DEBT CRUNCHER.
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Think what a money saver death will be!
      (Better than a brother in law in wholesale).

Everyone complains about the cost of living,
yet no one notes the savings in dying.
 
 

The timid, weak & witless dread death,
while those, truly-on-their-toes 
hold another view of the BIG “D”,
(as always, their different perspective of this common
physical affair is related to their special
non-physical pursuit, in wother oords: 
their interest is not in physical death,
but in the demise of something less tangible --
of something that in fact, has no actual life of its own;
their attention is on the killing of a thing that merely
reflects life  --   and in a manner MOST costly.
 

To ordinary people, the constant, automatic, audible activity going on in their head is just part of the
cost-of-doing-business  --  the price for being alive;
it is in fact an activity that contributes to men’s 
staying alive,
but from the view of a few somo hapiens,
much of this cost is unjustified,
(and it is a further yen waster 
to forget that this is a minority view).
 

Routine people not only un-analytically accept this
inborn, in-house, running commentary to their life,
but in fact encourage it, and seek to add to it.
The thinking of such standard issue minds is that
enriching the voiceover 
will enrich their enjoyment OF life.
And, “Hang the expense!” (they in effect say),
not aware, (from the minority view), that in so doing
they actually diminish the potential mental pleasures of being alive and able to think.
 
 

                     What everyday men call thinking,
         those, off-the-calendar see as an impediment TO 
             the enlightening & pleasurable use of mind.
 
 

        The unrecognized cost of thought is so expensive
     that it keeps most men too poor to afford real thinking. 
 
 
 

Everything that thought puts together is 
costly beyond mind’s ability to calculate;
everything arranged & constructed by thought 
costs the mind everything it has.  
Thus do those with that certain interest 
find a certain death to be a great cost cutter
inasmuch as after this particular expiration is complete 
they no longer spend everything they have 
on items that can only be fully enjoyed 
BY the price that they paid for them.
They are then no longer men 
paying for admission to the Louvre with their corneas, 
or for a table at Maxim’s with their tongue.
(“I regret that I have but one neural in-law to 
feed to the dogs of retail.”)
 

Out amongst the herd it has always been a customary sign of sophistication for a man to complain about the cost of keeping a mistress, in addition to his wife;
(and while no doubt the expense of dual households 
can be arduous, 
’tis still an arrangement expected of those with 
true savoir faire).
In the world inside of human heads, 
do all people keep a paramour,
an illicit lover in addition to their lawful mate.
To be worldly-wise, must a person engage in such a life long inner affair;
to fit mentally with the majority 
you can not limit yourself to only,
”Dancing with the one you brung.”
To stay-up-to-mental-speed with the herd,
(which, to the few means to, “slow down”),
you must live a life in your mind in which you are habitually unfaithful  --  to yourself, (as it were).
You have a lawful mate: physical reality,
and a lover: the mental commentary,
and the two combined provide a person with 
a perfectly ordinary, respectable, and 
understand-nothing life.
The expense of supporting these dual households
is such a drain on a person’s energy & attention 
that there is not enough left over to pay for
unnecessary personal activities, 
(such as studying the nature of having thoughts).
 

                
                 A person with a neural paramour 
                 lives a life of constant pretense;
                 their life is a sham;
                 they publicly pledge their fidelity to one,
                 while secretly embracing another.

                 They swear to their liver they’ll be true,
                 then over Jim Beam ads, drool.
 
 
 
 

All routine people say they believe this-&-that to be so
when in their hearts, they know they don’t know.
But chin up! there ole Bessie & Ferdinand! --
”A cow’s gotta do what a cow’s gotta do 
to get by in this world, 
and what’s it cost me in the long run 
if I look at butter, and agree that it’s cream?!
Hey -  that’s the way things are --
here in the herd where we live.”
 

The cost of keeping two worlds alive in your head;
one you know to be real, (and all-too-familiar),
and one you imagine, (but, Oooh!, how exciting!),
is beyond mental calculation, but to an alert ear,
sufficient to note is that it does cost your 
mental potential every cent it has 
at every moment you are so engaged.
 
 

It is not possible to leave your lawful mate, (reality),
and the expense involved in dumping your lover is, 
for most people – prohibitive.
                         Solution? --  death!
 
 
 

Death is a cost saver like you wouldn’t believe --
and death by any means possible:
death by starvation; death by strangulation;
death by indifference, and ultimately:
death by neglect of the erstwhile mental mistress.
 

Once she is out of your life,
it is astounding the amount of disposable 
intellectual income you have available;  
and this new cash is magical:
it doesn’t just “buy” stuff --  
it exposes all mental “stuff” for what it is --
                      --   advertising!
There are no products  --  only their ads.
Behind all promotions is only the promotion itself.
The puffery IS the product; 
the promises ARE the only fulfillment.
Do you begin to even partially sense 
the wasted expense 
of dealing in this commerce?
 

                      You get just as much for mooing 
                            as you do for not mooing,
                     (plus it leaves your mornings free).

       
Now there is a key word for a keyed-in person:
                                    FREE.
Everything that keeps you confused, 
dreaming, and captured --  costs you;
it is expense to keep a person confined to a 
dark room in a foreign country;
every single thing that the few do not like costs them,
while everything they seek is free.
Herein lies the difficulty in realizing that
there is nothing you can DO to wake up to what’s actually going on,
all that is possible is to stop doing that which supports your dream life.
Give up the illusionary mistress-on-the-side.
            Save your money!  --   Away with ‘er!
                          
                       Death to ‘em all, and 
                liberating riddance.