Liberty's Liquid

Portrait of challenge/curiosity about self-crafted Romanticism and dollhouse expression for an Earthling 'helmet' reflection of father-son coins.

A tale of inventions in independence/sanity, inspired by The Indian in the Cupboard (Lynne Reid). Thanks for reading (and Happy Father's Day). 

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I made a wage with my father in my Echelon smalltown house concerning my two special angels dolls from cyber-culture who I claimed were my Aphrodite-imagery for self-crafted Romanticism. My father had become a special challenger-messenger for my world-ambition and wanted to test my faith that my two dolls were indeed special mystical inspirations and inquired if I thought my two dolls were perfect 50/50 probability lines for choices in selection of love and affliction medicine in my Selfie-consumerism commentary culture of capitalism's breadth of vanities. Would I succeed in this father-son examination test (for the Ego)?

FATHER: Both dolls are quite gorgeous and reflective of cyber-intuitions culture!

ME: I declare and concur that a 50/50 wager makes for intelligence in language.

FATHER: If they're simply a 50/50 cut to determine who's the muse for you?

ME: The half-half chance theory offers a spirit-interest for liberties, no?

FATHER: Liberties?

ME: Well...the perfect duality in half-half chance marks both as free sanity!

FATHER: Which will you choose?

ME: That's the examination-pass, father; my choice is simply private; you edit!

FATHER: Clever-boy; my 'edit' is simply my opinion, and your choice is discrete.

ME: Perchance we've made for discovery in fathers-sons factory, eh?

FATHER: Good...Selfie-like (helmets).

I'd succeeded in this doll-magic wage to face the challenge of risk/decisions/mysticism posed by my stern father in our shared home when he inquired of my equal-interest in two cyber-culture avatar figurine dolls for bound-Romanticism, to determine which doll, at equal half-half doubt, was cast as my supreme Aphrodite-helmet, and I reflected on why/how capitalism consciousness itself was some kind of bread/fruit for space/borders/lines/motions controls and limits-tests for the mind's image of liberty-quest decisions, like a Reversi game (hmmm).

GIRLFRIEND: So, which doll did you choose?
ME: Me thinks the real answer to this challenge was in the challenge of my father!

GIRLFRIEND: Perhaps he sought to cast himself as a Devil's Advocate for class.

ME: Me thinks you speak the truth, darling; I had to state image of personality!

GIRLFRIEND: Perhaps he wanted to pose himself as a dark magician of testing.

ME: Me thinks you're correct-o for spirit-cleat; I responded with equal coldness.

GIRLFRIEND: Good...Selfie-like.

I shared my life still with my father, and I recounted that doll-chance examination for Romanticism with my father as a liberty-test for what made 50/50 risk-decision intuition and language a special incomplete-line intelligence for expressions of what makes a man simply drawn to the ghost-magic of life's eternal mysterious mysticism. Since both dolls were equal-interest, my choice for label of inspiration was simply my own, and the liberty I claimed was simply one of matter for my own brain...and my girlfriend/father agreed (totally!) that my residence expression for self-made fantasy was one of equivocated field goal midways (for the Ego).

"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)