You Wonder What Would Happen If You Were Me, I Don't Wander, What Wood Happen, You Are Wormy

 

               You said I am impossible.  I say I am an Apostle.  You call me freight.  I think I’m great.  You say I’m a ram bull.  I know I am grand, full.

               Frogs and toads love my son.  Birds and roaches eat what he throws out for them.

               Several people who went to and graduated from computer classes worked with the people using their business’ computers and tried to understand what they needed and talked to their bosses and connected the businesses and customers so those fellow workers who were not computer programmers wanted, needed, asked for, and could not realize.  The programs they wrote, tested, and maintained allowed things to run smoothly, although they, at times, required maintenance from and for what was in them or what changed in the business, the businesses, the environment and other environments.  What was added, taught, and maintained allowed workers to work okay.  Now it is called AI.  What is Artificial in the Intelligence that thinks we do not need full time, permanent employees who write, correct, and maintain these businesses.

               Coffee Grounds our Cotton Found.  Who states who owns the estates?

               Flies and worms are easy to find and keep happy our pets, some of our pets, not all of our pets.  Some of our pets, who have been owned by other people for over 15 years, who only fed them cooked food, will not even look at a caterpillar or tick that the same kind of animal who was picked up crossing the road because the kid that picked him up did not want the cars to run over him, that animal likes to eat the smaller creatures that that life saving kid caught for them.

 

 

My Life is sure Large:

 

This is not the Photon and the Dog: it is the Motions stuck in the Fog.

The wind starts getting swirly and then, after a week, it is stronger and stinks.  The temperatures rise, here and there.  After a month, late fall feels like summer.  That sun is shining longer and longer.  It is turning red and green.  It is swirling.  I can no longer see the moon.  And those voices around me echo more and more.  Even all the way through winter it keeps getting warmer and it definitely is not drier.  It started out foggy.  It became more and more humid.  I lost all track of time, but, I think, after a month, that this humidity is without fog.  I feel like I am swimming under water.  And I am swarming under matter.  Does it matter?  I echo myself, soundly, sightly, psychically, physically, physicsly.

 

               That’s when Fred said to me, ““You Shakespeares are all alike.  You’re the ones who try to get people to perform your own prejudices.   Like in Romeo to Benouldo.  When he talks about who he loves.  ‘And she’s the fairest I  love… Being black puts us in mind, they hide the fair…’  And when he compares her face with someone,  ‘That I shall show and I will make thee think thy swan a crow.’

               “You guys keep telling us to ‘Read o’er the volume on young Paris’ face and find delight writ there with Beauty’s Pen.’  You need to examine the marriage lineages.  ‘It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night.  A snowy dove trooping with crows as yon lady over her fellow shows.’

               “If that ain’t prejudiced I don’t know what is. Watch your words.  We are watching yours and your actions.”

               Fred got me thinking, “What about that town that was originally named Monkey Paws.   It was owned by the slave owners.   All around were those escaped, ex-called-apes, extra raped, and were forced to build and live there.  But those owners, the real owners,  they changed it to Witches Jaw, and since they were so smart that they didn’t know how to spell, they called it Wichita.  Their orders came from their town proudly called KKK. But when people were falsely claiming that there was no prejudice, they called their town KidsKeepKwiat, so those owners could claim that they still owned everything, everyone, and everywhere, as they drank out of their still.

KidsKeepKwiat is in Illinois.  Other than being Ill and creating a lot of noise when the nazis order them around, they say “Eye! Eee! Aye!”

And then that snowball guy attacked me the next morning.  Along with the metal ball bearing guy coming to my side.  I have to look up my friends’ names.  They helped me too.  With those throws hitting us, we started rolling up bigger balls of snow.  It looked like we were making snowmen.  We lined them up for a snow fort.  You kids watching us as we said we were building ourselves a snow fish bowl.  Some of us even laid down in what then looked like snow.  You and me, instead of moving like a snow angel we moved like we were swimming in a cow.  I laid there and I acted like Lance.  Or like I got Lanced.   You even told me that I will be Lanced A Lot.  Another bunch of nuts played in the snow.  Some guys that attacked us gave up and walked away. Yelling, “They are morons.”  We may have gotten wet but we didn’t get hurt.  And we became, now, more friendly with each other too.

               I told him that I have a pet worm. I said that he likes to sit on the couch in the living room.  He likes to look out the window.  He has no problem with the neighbor kids riding their bikes up my drive way, but he sure hates that mailman.  I ended up calling him Francis, that’s what I called the worm, not the mailman.  You should see him get all excited when I pick up my car keys.  He jumps all over the place.  He loves going for a ride.  He’ll stick his head out the window and slobber in the wind.  Again, that is Francis the worm, not the mailman.

               He seems to know when I am taking him to the vet’s though.  I’ll shake the keys; hold his leash, and yell, “Here Francis.  Here.”  He just cowers under the kitchen table.

               He does love a walk around the block.  He usually pulls me forward.  He marks his territory.  Lamp posts, flower pots, leaves.  And I stand patiently as he sniffs and pees.  I carry a plastic bag tied to my belt for when he does a number two.  Boy, some days my bag is over flowing.  I wonder where does he keep it all?

               Then there are the times when we run across another worm walker.  Sniff, sniff, sniff.   Nose to butt and nose to butt.  They would go all day.  Eventually I have to pull him away.  I’ve got a life too, you know.

               I’m lucky I have him.  Just the other evening, I was asleep.  I awoke to a crash.  Francis was howling in the living room.  Some guy broke through our window.  He was going to steal my TV set.  Francis had him cornered.  The police said I was lucky.  They’ve been after this guy for some time now.  The papers ran a picture of me holding Francis as the cops took the guy away in handcuffs.

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Working It Out Amongst Ourselves

 

               I road the bus to work.  We all work in the same facility.  We live around Chicago and our company was bought out and moved to Genoa.  It is cheaper for the business owner to have us work there.  Actually, and acruelly, he expected us to quit and he’d higher cheaper workers to do what we do.  He doesn’t know what we do.  We actually engineer and get the engineered objects to work.

               So, the bus is rented by us who live in some of the Chicago Suburbs and one of us is paid, by donations of us riders, to drive it.  He stops at seven parking lots in several suburbs each morning.  A few of us from each suburb parks in an available parking lot, usually behind a hotel or in a food market area.  I drive to the parking lot and switch off with three others in my village to transport us to save our own gas and ride in a vehicle we rent to go to work.

               After we leave the final parking, which is near a coffee shop so that several of us can drink coffee on the way to work, we sit and read and communicate and sleep.  We stop three times along the way for a few  of us to go to the bathroom.  We drive through  woods on both sides of the road which has out houses for various transporters and transportees.

               I usually read, mostly science fiction or past philosophies.  Two other people in our bus share books we own.  When we park in our factory’s parking lot, I go to the cafeteria to get something to eat as I type away at my computer work desk.  The company agreed to let our various work groups to start at the specific times we worked out and to finish our eight hour days, plus one half hour for lunch, (three ten minute bathroom breaks are included in our paid eight hours, so it makes no sense to not make scents three times a day, so most of us go to the bathroom, whether we need to or not).  Sure, we don’t want to work and not get paid for it.  However, I, and many of us, work and not get paid for it a week each month at home when we are on call and must be at home after work to use our lap tops to correct what went wrong on the other shifts.  Even though we do not like the way we are treated we want to work, and are proud of the work we do, not of the people we work for.

               One time, I had borrowed a science fiction space thriller paperback from one of my fellow riders.  I kept it in the trunk of my car when I parked for going to work.  Unfortunately, at one time, someone pasted some sort of tape over part of my license plate which caused my car to get towed away when I was at work.  I finally got my vehicle back but the towing people emptied my car’s trunk and sold and threw away what they found.  At least they said that they threw my stuff away.  I apologized to my fellow worker who had lent me that book.  He said that he feels sorry for me so I do not have to replace that book for him.  That weekend, I found a copy of that book at a local paperback store and bought it and gave it to my fellow passenger that Monday.

               Riding along to work, we began some political discussions.  I was told that George Bush stated he had ‘Proof.’  The truth was, of all that he did was ‘Poof.’   He said he had proof of Iraq’s Weapons of Mass Destruction.  Proof  that Iraq was a major supporter of al-Qaida. Proof that John Kerry did not deserve a Purple Heart or a Bronze Star. George Bush made a heroic landing on the USS Lincoln with the proud sign “Mission Accomplished.”  But what was the real mission accomplished?  There were no details proving Iraq had Weapons of Mass Destruction.  Those details shown that Iraq fought actively against al-Qaida.  The details awarded John Kerry a Bronze Star, a Silver Star, and three Purple Hearts.  And George Bush soon began using the terms “Allegorical Proof.”  You might ask, “What is an Allegory?”  An Allegory is a Story.  It is made up.  With John Kerry there were “Details.”  With George Bush there were “Denials.”  The Devil is in the Details.

               When us people on the bus look at Life, we can easily see things in “Black” and “White.”  Other people claim they can tell right away who they like and who they don’t like.  Who is good and who is bad.  Who they trust and who is a Gang Banger.  Then there are others I’ve met who see individuals.  They see many shades, many sides, many details.  Again, the Devils are in the Details.

               Like with Ted Cruz’s father, that one who is a pastor with the Purifying Fire International Ministry.  Ted hates the Devil. He tells us that Evolution is not mentioned in the Bible.  Ted hates the Devils saying that Evolution is real and that we are all related, and that we are all connected. It is another case of ‘What poisons one can poison all.’  He also hates the Devil of the facts about pollution.  Most of us on the bus agreed that If you believe in God and even if there might be a Devil, you believe that Man is causing (and can try to correct) Global Warming.

               We feel that we are lucky (ha-ha) that there are Congressmen that fight the Devil.  They are fighting hard to block our voter registrations.  They are bravely fighting to get rid of the Details of your vote.

               Our conversations also looked at education.  Public school teachers had to learn and have to teach the details about mathematics, science, history, and English.  Private schooling and home schooling is much more religious in those matters.

               What about legalized citizens?  We tell each other to look at all those awful details.  The ungodly details of people earning livable wages, paying taxes, and working in health conscious conditions.  We should not have to put up with those Devils.  If You really are close to God then your company pays people under the table and writes off the expenses.

               At the gas station some of us talked about the Independent Petroleum Association of America that had been ramping up commercials lately justifiably scaring us with their concerns about harmful oil production regulations, regulations giving life to details about methane emissions, carbon footprints, and greenhouse gases.  Get rid of these regulations! Get rid of these Details!

               Do we remember that ICON a lot of our politicians have?  It wasn’t our country but when we are more like them, we will be great again.  A lot of them have a Cross on their country’s flag.  They got rid of a lot of their Devils by burning those books, our books, a lot of people’s books.  They used Gas Chambers too.

               Talk about voting, and vetoing.  During a past Presidential Election, the candidates were asked about women they would advance for government positions.  One candidate listed the details of who he would nominate and for what positions.  All the other candidate stated was that he had “Binders full of women.”  That one knew how to avoid the Devil.

               During another Presidential Election we discussed one nominee who stated her details about raising the national minimum wage, why fracking should not be allowed to continue (fires, poisoning, earthquakes, etc.), and the connection of crime rates, gun bans, and background checks.  (It is a Devilish Detail that a hunter who just wants to put food on his family’s table does not want or need an Assault Rifle.) That was one sick, evil, Devilish candidate.  The other candidate just stated, “I’ll be the greatest Jobs President that ‘God Ever Created.’”  You never heard any Devilish Details from him.  That first candidate released over ten years of her tax returns.  The Godly candidate refused to release any details about his paying income tax.  The wife of the God Fearing candidate made a highly religious effort too.  She refused to state details about her becoming an American Citizen.  She sued the news media because they presented details about her being a “Paid Escort” in the 1990’s. During her husband’s nominating convention, she refused to state any details herself, she used the words of a past President’s wife.  You got no details from her.

               We jokingly agreed that it is a good thing to get rid of regulations. When you  look at businesses.  Manufacturing, sales, whatever.  If you have regulations, that means you have to test things.  You test lots of things.  Think about all those evil Details that testing produces.  Details that smoking causes cancer.  Details that Sugared Soda causes diabetes. Details that poorly constructed hover boards blow up and kill you.

               Finally, what we talked about was health.  Many of us remembered Martin Shkreli from Turing Pharmaceuticals.  We discussed about him producing Daraprim. That’s a toxoplasmosis drug.  The details are that it used to cost sick people $13.50 a tablet.  It now costs pregnant women and families with babies $750.00 a tablet.  The EpiPen from the Mylan company used to cost $100.  The details are that if you have life threatening allergies it now costs you $600.  And the Cancer Treatment Centers have been fighting against a Devilish Little Detail.  That Detail is that they are fighting to patent Cancer Treatments.

Another passenger just kept saying, “You’re another Zappa, you mangy mutt.”

And the driver said, “Shhhhh!    That old cracked maverick. Will make his tires meet mine.  Abound around by ego.  All our thoughts are slow.  Hey, half-track!  We’ve had enough attacks. And our whole conversation fell apart.”

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All Of Us Must Get Along, All I Get Is A Gong

 

               I’m here.  My arms are stiff.  You’re armed, you stiff!  I still can’t stand your sniff!  Your snuff!  You Bluff!  You give us all the sniff fulls.

               I’m Fully Here.  You’re Philly Hair.  We are Foolish, Fools Flush, everywhere.

               My wagon carries what I need to live on.  I live on one week at a time.  And, I am weak, all the time.

               My toes make the way.  Your toes make me decay because of how much you weigh.  I have to keep getting out of your way.  And you stray!

               Bouy oh buoy!  You bees buzz.  Those flowers sure are pelt.  These snakes surrounded me and kept me safe, from those possums staring off the roof.  Staring or starving?  I don’t care.  And I’m not a car!

               I saved your sister and what thanks did I get?  You sure sent a lot of tanks after me.  Tankfully their drivers and bribers were as diversedly non smart like you.

               You guys went off into the sunset, shooting at the moon.  Those old craters on that moon used to give him a smile on his face.  The chunks from your explosions now frowned him down, all around.

               My current job, I work out your mathematics so your task of expense verification for  your boss, the accountant.  Your company puts iron on the inside of a bunch of copper pipes for your neighbors to buy so they claim that those pipes keep order in the drains of their ecopolitics rain shudders and showers.  Your boss rains on their pair of Apes.

               I constantly get ruined in those pairs of your boss’s raids when he says ‘Raid’ and he means ‘Riot.’

               You were told to put up a pole to hold up the walls.  You just carried these concrete blocks to sell at the mall.

               A grill in the span sure smokes two on your foot.  You and me work together.  You protect me from the management.  You cannot divide or add.  I do geometry and algebra.  I’ve only been in this company twelve years.  You have been here thirty years.  You don’t know what a silicon vessel is, but the boss, whose uncle owns the company, thinks you are smart. 

               I stayed working here, one of the few who really works, until two weeks before the company got sold and closed.  Sixty percent of us, me included, got fired, so we could not collect compensation.  The other, and I do mean odders, and otters, such fodders, and some are fathers. Forty percent of them collected money provided by the government supposedly  to the owners, in order and odor to pay those who lost their jobs due to the economy.  Economy, or Icon Phony?

               My Horse Kish.  And my horse shoes fish.  It’s such a dish, the way I play horse shoes.  I throw rusted metal.  You throw crusted medals.  You and me.  We are Two Peas in a Pod.   You said, “Well, Pod On Me!”  That’s better than ‘Pee On Me.’

               You just told me that you need a rest.  Is that the rest for your life? Or the rest of your wife? Oh, that is from your wife.  What a strife?  I think you will be arrested for life.

               Then you told me, “ Well, only on my mother’s side.”

I asked you, “Did you say, Mother’s Side?  Or Homicide?  Or Suicide?”

And you answered, “I’m squirtently not on your Monkey’s Hide!”

There are so many different ways of measuring death.  It’s not just the Sonar.  There are the Sounding Weights.  So many  Depth Gauges. Are you careful of your Fathoms?  Or maybe it is just a car full of Phantoms.  Phantom of the soap opera.  Count it in Inches.  I count mine in Millimeters.  I count yours in Miles Of Meters.  Do you use a Bathymetry?   Or is it another of your bats somber eaters?  Width times Depth times Height.  You sure are Witch slimes Death, I’m sliced.  Come on now, calculate your total spatial measurement.  Cactus late the doubt all spat on the mean sure meant.  Lent in Depth (in meters) makes T= Time (in seconds) and they claim V = 1507 m/s (speed of sound in water).  What it really is is Death by eaters for the Slime whose second helpings of very lied.  That gives you  1,507 eaters each second in the dead of water.

All the time, Your Boozing Buddies want you to join them.  When I pointed that out, you said, “I never drink,  Whine!”  You just keep reworking words from Dracula.  Does Nosferatu translate (from the germs man) for ‘Not Dead’?  In that Dracula movie, the Woman in White is Lucy.  I call her Lucille Ball. 

This ain’t Awful, and to me it is Awe Full.

So, then we began throwing links at the Orion Star.  And you said, “Well, We three should drink at Orian’s Bar.”  That’s when Peter said, “I sure feel like I’m floating on a Star.”  And you told him, “It’s a comet.”  That’s when I vomit.  Boy this space buss gets launched.  And we became lunch.  That was how the world’s left us behind so far.

We just smell like recycled cream.  That guy who claimed he was a ministerial student. All we got from him and his hymn is he cuts the cheese.  He also claimed he was a Computer Worker, and he was just a commuter looking for work.  He had a cousin named Jedi who keeps exposing another thing.  That just causes me to  cuss on the Jedi.  That man named Jedi was a pour astrologer who drank his family to death.  That one decayed when he was looking through the loom.  And that was the last decade, so up from the ground came a babbling goon.

 

And then I was told:

 

“Old Man, for once in your life

  Just speak one word or fewer

  Old Man, your mouth still erupts

  All those words spilling out of your cup

  Old Man you’re a babbling pup

  You’re a Tupperware without the tup

  Old Man, while you’re in my life,

  If you have to Speak

  Only Speak one word or fewer.”

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Life Is Work, Where Is The Pay Check?

 

               Get it together with those who work with you. It does not matter that your boss is taking advantage of yous.  If it is for work, it is for work. If It is obviously for himself, then just ignore him and put him down.  If it is for work, your boss’s boss and your boss’s company owners are using him similarly to the way he uses you.  And he is being told to use you or he would lose his job.

               You must eat, drink, and breath to stay alive.  And that is not ‘Eat, Drink, and be Merry,’ it is just like that spider crawling up the wall past those oiled chain springs in order to get from one place to another.  You do this and I do that and we all do something that makes no sense.

               I program now.  I cooked years ago.  I cleaned sinks before that.  I sold stuff nobody really wanted, shoe, suits, printer paper.  I never stole stuff, although I saw people who did.  A lot of times it was the managers who did.  Even my own father did, at work, although I never saw him steal from a store.  These people were told to buy them things and I was told to sell them.  My grade school friend, whose father was a policeman, stole from the Ben Franklin store.  He took me and my older brother with.  My older brother stole too.  I did not.  Although, one time I took a coffee can full of bees and put them into the coffee grinder at Jewel. That’s another story.

Now, it is just ‘The Lion Lies Out to the Lamb.’

This is ‘Khaos.’

Are those people Evangelicals or are they Evil Devil Icicles?  Maybe they really are Even Jolly Bulls.  Hey, how about Every Jelly Bowls?  Did I say that you have Jelly Bowels?  No, it is Even Decimal Equals.   And you just go “EEEE!  Man, that  Disciple Sure Squeals.”

And how about, just when I got married to the Marina Towers.  Did you know that our children are the Sub Burps.  Well, it is better than those Surp Flurps.  And , I am now getting rational thoughts.  We all see that you used up all your rations.  I myself have cycling thoughts.  You asked me, ‘Are they recycled?’  I keep telling you, ‘No, they are try cycled and unique cycled.’  You should keep thinking it over and over again. That is your sicko cycle.  We all know that you’re the one who’s thinking sure is psycho.  Over and Over, you open an opine.  Well!  My thinking is formative and well formed.   And you claim that your thinking is just well farmed.   Yes, you keep your thoughts in a silo. See, your thoughts cause people to sigh because they are so low.  Many people think that your thoughts are low because you are slow.  You just  think you are doing a solo.  Boy, your thinking is so out of tune.

Try to tell yourself that the Devil May Care.  Instead of that Your Devil Days Scare.  All you get are days scar.  You can’t even go off in a car.  You claim you are The Bull Masker.  The truth is, you are just one of The Dull Masters.  Oh, Lord God of Chimps.  These Jungles and Swamps are filled with your Gorillas.

Then you memorize to me, “I’ve been taught that The  ‘Lord God of Ghosts. Heathens on Earth are thrilled with His Gories.’”

I keep telling you, “It is another Category.”

Look it up in the Word God of Books.  The Libraries on Earth were killed with those stories.  You just go on with, “Armed Men, Armed Men, I slay for you.”

You act like you cannot hear me.  You say it is because I am a little horse.  You think  I said, “Farm Men, Farm Men, I spay for you.”  And you tell me, “You are not in a Farm House!  You are just a Far Mouse!”

I have to keep asking you, “Is this My History?  Or His Tory?  This sure ain’t becoming a Me Me Story!”

 Try to remember, not dismember, that I told you “Sew!” I’d rather recycle than have a repeated cyclone.  You’re in your car.  I’m on my bicycle.  That car is your Buy Cycle.  I know, but eye no one, those Unicyclops  You just buy high and keep selling low.  So many of you sellers are in the cellar. I thought I was on the wilderness trail.  I didn’t know I had to be put on trial.  I sure wish we could put Putin on Trial.

One of my obstacles is my obese class.  Put that shake in my Obese Glass.  That is an Off Sent To Me. Your Space Invaders are my Spiced Insiders.  Everything is a bunch of spiders.  I wish you knew what I mean when I told you I spied in a hearse.  I didn’t troll you  So don’t keep horsing around you Phony Pony. Where’s that Rest Room so I can Rest More?  I can then give myself more room.  If this is above me, you sure are being Room Attic.  You Just Attack One and then the other.

 This all causes me to ask myself, because I sure can’t ask you.   “Are you being just  an Ants Sure?    Or is it that you are pro-demo crazy?  Are you really Demon Icy?  No, you are just pre-supper messy.”

My boss ordered me, “In the height of Ignites.  Tell Emotion of the Jog.”

 

I questioned myself, “Foot Fall Players?

                                    Squirrel Assures?

                                    Spiral Asserts?”

 

You then tell me, “Stop all that Squirrel Abuse.  Get going. Get on that Roosevelt Road.”

I asked you, “Did you just say that Rosie Felt A Toad?”

You asked, “Are you doing this because it is  Rosha Shana or is that what Russia Shown Us?”

 

I just sung out

              

               Space Needles

   Orbits that spin

   A moon with eclipse

   Is a moon that spins

 

               Which caused you to sing

 

                              Poop On Me

      Poop On You

      Poop On Top of Us

 

You sure are a Grave Poop On

 

               So, I just flew away:

 

                              Earth Raders across this universe

      Lookie, Loki, over there

      He’s a Jerk who calls himself Kirk

                             

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I Know It Is Me, Because I No It Is Not Hue

 

               The dust in my wings brought me to Mars.  Venus is too full of fog and other Bubble Pops for a Rustable like me to land.  Land?  Land!  Mars has Land!  Venus has Oceans!  And Swamps!  I would rust for sure over there and over theirs.  Think about what I would need (and kneed) to do to land on Jupiter or Saturn.  At least Saturn has rings.  I could easily ring around Saturn.  Hover and however, Jupiter has some enjoyable moons.

               Ennie, Meanie, Minie, Moon.  That Earth has one moon with much less gravity than what it clings to.  But you Earth People.  That’s almost the same, and the sane, as your Earth circling that Sun.

               The same almost the insane?  Where the heck did you came from?

               Enter here and enter there.  Enter, enter into eternity.  Weather your eternity.  If you last, and if you are first, you will get my fist.  Whether you like it or not.  Fixture or mixture or fissure your misery, all you Ores are Ionicly Iconic to me.

               Iron in the Air.  Silicone is my Hair.  Troglodyte you’re my snare.  Your radioactivity makes me stare.  Shun.  Bun.  Hun.  Lung.  You always take my breathe away.  And I weigh more on your Earth than your Moon.

               Earthy, Dirty, Squinty and Spoon.  Where does that dust come from?  Magma here and Lava there.  You hear a volcano everywhere.  Did you just Spot One, or is that a Vulcan instead of a Volcano?  A Spock One!

               And if he did not win, at least he got out of jail.  He sure is a loose goose loser.

               Roller Derby.  Role Hurt  Debut.  I am Corny and Acorny.  You always call me nuts cause I’m a lug nuts. You cause me a lot of things.

 

·        * * * * *

 

When you feel

Like you miss someone

Anyone

 

You hurt

 

But that is Good Hurt

Because, in the Past

That person, place, or thing

Might have been with you

Or in your mind

Or in your imagination

 

You can see others

Some who look slightly like you

An Ear

An Eye

Or the sound of their voice or their cough

 

When they step like your friend

Or grasp their way up the stairs

Gasping like them

And then they yell out

 

They, being the new people in front of you

Or they, being the past people that passed you on the street

As your treat

In their school

In your home

 

Or out on the bed rock

Like that bee that lived there, once

Or where you lived, once

Or wanted to

 

You were stuck doing it

But you  did do it

Or dreamt that you did

Or at least wanted to

 

You read a book

And the words brought parts of those worlds to your mind

I don’t mind

Thinking about this that and the other things

 

I have a mind

You do too

Mine It, Mine Me, Mined

You friends

Your Papa

Your Mama

Your Pet Turtle

 

Even though we are all separate

We share existence

Alive

Or Dead

Or never alive, like those quartz crystals

Or thought of

Or felt

Or smelt

Hot or Old

Wet or Cold

 

On our way

We are souled

And on our feet

We are soled

And by yourself

You are soloed

And well, me, me, me

I am so low

And such a load

That I am not aloud

And definitely not allowed

So, you can’t hear me

Even if you are near me

That is one of your Features

I am one of your Creatures.

 

·        * * * * *

It started this way as with so many people.  Just like a couple guys are watching the Sox play on a Saturday afternoon.  One gets up for a beer. The other one says: “ Hey Fred! Here’s that commercial I was telling you about.” And Fred answered, “Be right there, Bob.”

               On the TV screen you saw two guys at opposite ends of what looked like a fairly large IPAD on a raised folding table.  Their hands clenched onto the corners of both sides.  They are slightly bent over.  Other than deep breathing and some slight facial tics they are not moving.  They are staring intently at the screen.

               And on the screen, on both ends where each one’s fists are clenched, are two crudely drawn goals.  You know, a couple short thick straight line segments with an inch or two of black space in the middle.  Sort of reminds you of pong (if you are old enough to be reminded of that).  And blinkingly, worse than an old time silent film image, is a little square of light (I guess it’s supposed to be a ball), flashing and haltingly moving from an inch or two above the bottom goal towards the top of the screen where that player is intently staring (and exhaling hard, through open, pursed lips).

               The ball goes off to the left.  Over a few seconds it swings to the right, snakes around, and plops into the goal back at the bottom of the screen.  The man at the bottom lets out a muted, “Yay”, as he let out a breath, smiling stiffly, then the game continues.  The ball starting again at the middle of the screen.

               Fred looked at Bob “Yeah.  I gotta buy that.”  Bob replied, “The way you were into all that meditation stuff in college, I thought you’d  find it interesting.”

               After watching the end of the commercial Fred said, “So it’s a ten week course and the price includes a screen like that to exercise with.  I spent more than that on my Apple Lap Top, and look where it got me.”  Bob quickly interjected, “You spent more than that being taught Auric Vision.”  And Fred softly added, “Yes.  I can’t even see the colors.  Just a person’s outline, and that’s just sometime.  But I do like the meditation.  I feel better when I do it.  And my blood pressure is better.  Anyway, I’m  gonna go to the Attitudes and Aptitudes  store and sign up.”

               Then I described the training process, the different he is to use after Fred starts to get results.  The deeper he can get into it.  We get others jealous of him because it looks like he is psychic.  Others buy into it too.  Eventually there is a mass clamoring for the training and all sorts of devices they can now use.

Turn on the tv while on the couch.  Turn your lights on and off.  Adjust your thermostat.  Combine “mind control – lawn mowers—and roomba “  to mow your lawn at your leisure.

 

Then the GENERAL noted:

“We are not building games we can play.  We are training ourselves to only use these electronic devices.  We don’t go outside anymore.  We don’t exercise.  We don’t gain any knowledge on how to react to nature, or even how to use other machines.  We only know how to use this company’s (Attitudes and Aptitudes) products.  The items they sell are not made to do waddIe we want (or need) to do.  We are made to do things that require us to use their products.  When the machines are turned off, or when there is a power failure, or a lot of sunspot activity, we can be taken over.”

 

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