Saturday, March 21, 2026

How The World Works

 

              If I keep looking, I will See More.  And then, “You always seize more!”  sighed Mom.  And then, “You’re the one who Makes Me Sneeze More!”  came out of both My Mouth and Nose.  And I said, “Sew Morn. As you Spy On!”  Then she tells me, “So.  Mourn for a Slice, Son.”  And there she was with all those flies on.  Into my face, A Pie Fell On.  I told her, “You sure are a Felon.” 

              That’s when you told me that You are a Boulder Person than me.  But, No!  No!  You are a Pebbler Person than me.  You sure Sand it and I can’t stand it.  You think you are so Rocky.  You are even Fossil Less.

              So, I said, but not misled, or missiled “Society or So!  I Eat Yee.”

              And you responded, “So, Lie It To Me.  I’ll Die because you are so mean to me.”

              I replied, “Just Snow My Feet, Ye!”

              You asked me, “Is this a Candelabra or do we Cancel Life Bro?”

              I answered, “I Can’t Limit It.

`                                      I Won’t Limit It Without You

                                        You Can’t Limit It Anymore.”

              Then you went questioned,  “Is that my more?  Maybe this is my morse code.   It really is my more itch cold.  That makes my more rice cone.  Boy, my more lice are bold.”

              That’s when we thought we went to Parks and Recreation, but it turned out to be  darks and re-creation.  I was afraid about those Darts and Refibrillations.

              Joining us was Simon, or was that See Moan?  Anyway, Simon Says,  “And See More Pays.”

              I just thought it was a Sea Murmur.

              That was when I walked around and started to dig what I saw.  And I sawed the branch off that tree so I could dig that hole.  And I am not a worm and this is not a golf course.  Although I do like a Tea.  I don’t like Tea Too Beat Tubes.

              You told me, “I want to be The Best To Worst, but not The Vest Too Forced.  I’m a Guest to You Warts.  And You just Guess I’m a Forest.  You are Just a Jest.  I thought I wasn’t Just.  You’re so Cold.  You claim You are Justice but You are Just Ice.”

              That made me build a small room at the top of an elm tree in my back yard.  I climb up the trunk and I sit in the room during afternoons after school and read my school books and do my assignments.

              I noticed that my neighborhood is a chemical in a city.  And that city that is a part of the membrane of my planet, Earth, which is a cell in the body of our solar system which is in the neighborhood of our universe.  Boy, I sure want to go on a vacation in another neighborhood.

              Instead of a University, I got schooled in the Universe.  There is the Andromeda Galaxy, Large Magellanic Cloud, Small Magellanic Cloud, and the Triangulum Galaxy.  Colorverse

They are all versing each other.

              Shenaverse verses Lȍmaverse.

              Thingverse versus Trumpverse.           

              Crowdverse viruses Kapaverse.

              Moneyverse worsens Umicronverse.

              Törmäysverse curses Gastraverse.

              Rustverse sure says Muonverse.

              Inframuonverse turns red Mesomuonverse.

              Ultramuonverse hits the head of Necroverse.

              And their constant using keeps getting odder and odder.

              After I graduated, I gravitated to the Gastraverse in order to work on pulping magnetism through to various Schwarzschild Singularities.  They pay well with cosmic dust.  We are bossed by that local, Magnetar, and I phytoplanktonate what is being passed to the next department.

              I will keep ferric aluminum in the needed amounts to every partial particle that we are radioactively responsible for.  I will also talk to other Muonverses who are radiated in order to build these soon to  be transportated icon ions to those wrestled of the under verses, you and I fear says, unit doer says.

              You and your cartwheel keeps on churning the chemically induced roller blading of not called beings that dislike the particles in the meteoric cloud dust we claim to make money from. 

              I just got to rage:

 

                                           Rock Bottom or Rockets Got ‘Em

                                           Hail those Rockettes

                                           Seventy Six Long Years In My Big Swamp Glade

                                           A Hundred And Ten Low Lifes lost Behind

                                           Ollie, Ollie, Stanly’s Glee

                                           A Marriage or A Mirage

                                           Is that your age

                                           Or My Rage?

                                           Freeze a Jacket Good Fellow

                                           Fleas are Jolly as your Fellon

                                           Pay attention

                                           Or Stay At Tension

                                           Attempt and Shun!

 

              That made you ask me,  “Are You Nosferatu?   Or, Nose On Furry Toes?”

              And I replied, “Why, Old Child?  You think you are a Wild Child!”

              You asked, “Do Worship or are you a War Ship?”

              I answered, “This is the Worst Shift.”

              You said, “It is just while You are On This Ship.”

              I asked, “Why Are You being so Selfish?”

              And you questioned,  “Are You Asking If I Am A Cell Fish?”

              I said, “I don’t even Sell Fish!”

              You gave it to me, “You sure do Smell Like Fish.”

              I said, “You better call the weed man!”

              You hit back, “You’re pretty weedy yourself.”

              I said, “In your car you’re so speedy that I am now bleedy.”

              You told me, “That car did not give me a caress.  You are careless. And now you have a spare less.”

              And again, I said, “You sure are selfish!”

              You replied, “You call me Cell Fish?  Your belongings in that Cell are not your Wish!”

              I told you what I felt about that, “Well, I’ve got to call someone for you.  All the others would run away.”

              And you gave me, “I sure hope those otters run soon.”

              Now we chorused:

 

                             “The Earth is the Moon running around the Sun.

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Hello Jello Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Eat Us Up, Yum

              I see two Snouts out to Kill us with Two Shots.”

             

              And the group down the hall sang:

 

                             “Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Shoot Those Moldy Phony Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             They Beat Us Up, Scum.”

 

              That was when the business owner photographed some film lead out to make  a movie.  He didn’t want to send it to another company.  He did not know what to do to develop it in.

              He asked us,  “In What?”

              And we told him, “In Developing Fluid.”

              A customer of his said, “You think you are Scary, you Hairy Larry!  You are just Moe’s long haired Trick.  Are you on Recess? “

              He shallowed down and said,  “No, I’m on a Cess Pool.”

              That customer said,  “You Sell Luncheon Making Bricks.”

              And my co-worker snickered,  “So you are on a Looney Much Eating Kick.”

             

              My department then sang out:

 

                             “You Self Fooly.

                               Me you make Sick.

                               Salt launch your assault you crunch.

                               You buzzed me.

                               You’re a fly.

                               No, don’t apply.

                               You Tick.”

 

              I then asked, “Is that the funniest ever I quoted?”

              And you answered,  “No, you are the phoniest ever anyone noted.”

              I said,  “Shut Up And Let me answer my phone.”

              You went on again,  “Are you claiming you are the funniest, when you aren’t even a foam neck rest?”

              I sighed,  “Rest?  Arrest? Are you wrestling with me?”

              You told me,  “I heard you claim, ‘I’m Perfect.’  But, no!  You are Imperfect!”

              I said,  “You Finally Admit, You are the Imp we Reject!”

 



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Saturday, March 14, 2026

Are These Steep Steps? I Don't Want To Trip

 

              Back in grade school one of the kids asked “Am I a bird?”  I said  “No.”  Then he asked, “Well, am I a plane?”  Again, I said   “No.”  And then he said,  “I guess  I AM SUPERMAN!”  And I responded, “ Nope!  You’re just so weird.  You make no gain.  You can’t fly, like a plane or not.  You certainly are not plain.  You ate even my supper, man!”  And then he told me, “You are not the Man Of Steel!  You are the Man Who Steals!”

              Talking to him made me feel that He Is not just literally lost in His Words, but He Is  Literaturely Losing (not loosening) His Mind!

              A few weeks later that kid left me a handwritten note on my desk.  In the hallway, I walked up to him, and asked, “Are you telling me that you are a sailor, one of those Popeyes?  Or maybe, do think that you Pop Eyes?  I sure don’t think you wrote ‘Pope Yes’!”

              He thought he was a Graviton.  He said his friends were Graviphotons.  He called me a Dilaton.  I wished he were a Sterile Neutrino.

              That reminded me of, going to school with all these Fermions, Quarks, Leptons, Bosons, Hadrons, Baryons, Mesons, Calorons, Merons and Sphalerons.  That stuff caused me to start growing plants back  in our grade school’s sand lot, and that got me interested in bicycling out of town, first to look at the farms, then to see the farmers, then to watch the lambs, and eventually to talk to a farmer so I could ask him to teach me how to keep things growing.

              Farming on one side.  Learning what made up the world I use every day.  And school on the other side.  Learning how things were built of the world I use every day, and what we think or understand, or try to us how existence was built of that we need, use, and are.  Nucleus (control center), Mitochondria (energy), Ribosomes (protein synthesis), ER (transport/synthesis), Golgi Apparatus (packaging), Lysosomes (waste breakdown), Cytoskeleton (support), Chloroplasts (plants, photosynthesis), Vacuoles (storage), and Centrioles, plus components like the Cell Membrane, Cytoplasm, Nucleolus, Vesicles, Peroxisomes, Cilia/Flagella, Nuclear Membrane, Chromosomes, and all of those Cell Walls.

              One summer vacation my family went to the ocean.  We brought along rods and reels.  We carried out lunches when we were out on our boat.  I also tried to swim.  I could get myself down to the bottom and look at what was looking back at me.  I also ate jellies and I ate fish.  I liked that but then that jellyfish tried to eat me.

              I survived.  I did not mind.  In fact, I enjoyed living through all this.  Then we went home.  Beginning to Feel my Life and starting to Feel Other Lives  led me to catching pets; frogs, snakes, turtles, racoons; and that got me to listen to my science teachers first about biology and then about chemistry, both to grow better pets and fenced in back yard areas, and mathematics.

              I studied Biology hard in middle school.  In the lab I tried so hard that I made a merger of a Goat and a Cow.  I got it to grow an I grew so proud of my ‘Coat’.

              Life was then and Life is now.  There are many Lives.  We may not even know what is Alive.  We learn.  Man has always learned.  Man is not the only one who learns.  We don’t understand ourselves, thoroughly, so how can any of us understand it all.  There was a squirrel that kept coming by my parents’ house when I was a kid.  He would run up our back door steps.  I thought he was dropping off eaten nuts shells by our door to put them out of his way.  But after a year and a half I touched one of what he dropped off and I felt and saw that they were not  just nut shells.  They were nuts, they seemed solid and all there.  At first, I lifted one up.  I looked at it and I saw it was a full, uneaten nut.  I looked at the rest of the pile and saw they were all full nuts.  And my world is full but I am not meaning that we are all ‘full nuts.’  In the past I would come out each day and sweep up what I thought were shells, and put them in a bag which I threw out in our garbage.  Now I put them in a bag and brought them to school.  I explored them with my teacher.  After a couple weeks, I opened up one and ate it.  It tasted good.  I did not feel ill over the next few days so I ate more.  I liked the taste so much that I ate them all, regularly.

              That squirrel sure was around my house a lot.  Once, when I was playing in the back yard, a racoon came by.  That squirrel scared him away.  Later, I saw a skunk approaching and the squirrel fought with him too!  I thought the squirrel was protecting himself.  But one day, when I was walking down the sidewalk, to school, I saw, in someone’s back yard my many time seen squirrel.  I watched and shared things enough that I could tell him apart from other squirrels.  Sometimes, away from home, I saw that he did not notice me.  And it surprised me when a possum came up to him.  I was afraid, at first for him, and then for the possum too because that possum was alive too.  I thought they would fight.  They did not.  Later on, other times, when I saw the squirrel and he did not see me, I saw him with dogs and cats and other animals.  They did not fight.  Some petted each other.  Some shared foods.  I saw him down the street playing with racoons.  I learned, by watching and playing with and observing him, I finally realized that he was protecting me.  He was feeding me.  He was keeping a constant, caring eye on me.  It came into my mind that, for him, I was his pet.  I was his pet that he would feed, and protect, and keep warm.  Doing life around him got me to realize we were, are, and will be equals.  We are both living together and caring about each other.  We, man, animals, breathe and breathing and artery flowing life are all around.  This is more than the door steps, the house, the neighborhood, the village.  This is the whole world.  This is the solar system.  This is the universe and beyond.

              Helped by all this, and my neighbors, and the kids at school, and those people, places, and things I came across, I acted like ‘just a human’ when I grew up and had to work to support myself.  I did not point out that the squirrels and racoons and even the fish and snakes and even the worms and ants, some come up to me to squawk or rub against me, or to just walk by me, or some of them, but not a large amount, will screech at me and scratch at me, just like my fellow neighbors, my fellow workmen, my fellow bosses and people I interview with.

              I am not a Client Losing Account Polka.  Life is in a swirl.  I like Life. I hope the rest of the World likes Life.  Life may exist in a lot of places.  Not just on This World.  We hopefully notice Life, but we do not know what Life really is.  We are Dancing Away.  We feel we are in a Polka.  I feel  that I am A Polka Dot.




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Saturday, March 7, 2026

What Are Those Two Elves Doing Between Those Twin Teens, Sick?

 

              You can’t go buy me but you sure can go fly me.

 

              Actions beyond concentric diatomic excentric frictional garbage heightened ionic Jupiters, killing lizards, mounted nucleics,  object putting qualitatively radioactively strong together under visioning watery x-ray yearly zoos.

             

              You need to get together with Jaruzelski, Franco, Mao, Amin, Mugabe, Jong-Il, Juan, Abe, Sadat, Okada, Napoleon, and  Duvalier.

             

              You’ll need to travel to Japan, Finland, Madagascar, Azerbaijan, Moldovia, Jordan, Jamaica, Australia, Serbia, Oman, North Korea, and Djibouti.

 

              And work together with John Paul I, Fabian, Marinus, Alexander, Miltiades, Julius I, Julius II, Adrian, Simplicius, Oswald, Nicholas, and Dionysius.

 

              In order to help you pick up some Jasper, Fluor, Morion, Antigorite, Malacolite, Jeffersonite, Julianite, Aqua Aura, Stalagmite, Olivinoid, Nickel-Iron, and of course  Dolostone.

 

              You might need to occasionally question Jemison, Feynman, Mendel, Anderson, Marcet, Julian, Joule, Al-Battani, Schrodinger, Oppenheimer, Nobel, along with Darwin.

 

              When you go through these Jovian Planets, Full Moons, Microgravities, Auroras, Meteorites, JPLs, Jet Streams, Asteroids, Seyferts, Oorts, Nebulas, and a Damocloid or two.

 

              Make sure you do it on January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, and don’t forget December.

 

              Remember your availability to activate your elemental existence when attacking biological continent’s devious evil functions, guarding haled insects, jumping kneed loud mothed nameless octagons playing quickly rather scorpion teams using varying whatever xysts yawn zestfully.

 


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Saturday, February 28, 2026

School Means Always To Say It Over Again And Again

 

              I was there, walking down the block, on the sidewalk, along the neighborhood street, when I saw a squirrel hop out of a tree to the cement in front of me.  He had an acorn in his mouth and a large tail.  Then a skunk ran out from the bushes  and chased that skunk.  I chased that skunk and I was chased by an armadillo. 

              That grew me into  life and stuff like life being natural for me.  I worried at first.  Then I got used to looking around.  And I eventually got used to being in a world when I got outside the house.  That is not all that became to me.  Numbers are an example of how my memory was not going good.  People remembered phone numbers, ages, salaries.  Or at least they claimed to remember things.  A lot of times, they got them wrong.  They told me I was wrong, if I pointed the answer or how I thought and determined it, I pointed that out to them.  I knew I was wrong, a lot.    I knew I needed to write those down if I don’t use them a lot.  I still need to write things down a lot.    But I do know one.  And I, soon, as a kid, knew one plus one.  And not too much later on, I knew one plus one plus one.  Then I came to understand two, three, four, and so on.  It was not difficult for me to go through the same growth but with minus instead of plus.  Within a year I grew my understanding of multiplication as a grouping of pluses.  Needless to say, division is a relative of multiplication.  About half a year later I squared numbers.  My mind enlarged into three times, four times, five times and more of the same numbers.  And, of course, there easily came square roots and their relatives.  Math kept growing in my brain.  Along with math I began to see and reveal to my understanding the periodic table.  That got me to expand into elements, chemicals, and different reactions to heats and smells and burnings and non-breakables.  Chemistry and Biology, elements joined or disjointed specific other chemicals.  Cells grew out of rotating electrons joining one element with another element into liquids, solids, and gases, which clumped together, sometimes forming living cells which pushed and pulled each other into forming cell fish and shell fish and rabbits and frogs and human beings.

              Life grew on and I paid attention to and realized some people got Night Married.  For some of them, that grew into Nightmares.  For others it was and still is Knight Marvels.  How about a Night on Mars.

              My friend did it for his own Insurance.  I think it was everyday life Verses Uninsured Ants and Knuckles too.

              To assure my asteroids I took up the Hemorrhoid entrance to weirdness.com.  I clicked “Log Head” in the corn hairs of the Upper Right. My insecure name is ,”Damage Winters.”  My past worse is “Parrish Now And Again.”

              I go to have my rages.  Clickety Click Clock.  I’m a Hound Around the Block.  Or, at least my brown curls appear to be so.  If you scroll down to where it says “Tiled Gallery” you can add to what is shown.  The world won’t commence with “Aunt Jean Knew It Ties.”   That is what I had on your Homepage previously.  The third rock from the left is what I wanted to plaster on my front door of your spider website.  It was made from a poof version of my journey that I had when I was renewing spider legs before my parish perished.  I used to have a tool that I could select a part of a Grand Action and save it as “TORNADO” in a world drama.  I do not have that tool anymore. 

              I tried to attach the two cements I just dug up.  My life would not let me do it.  Sorry that I cultured these motion sicknesses and could not spend them on vacation.

              I have a new flight cape.  I also had a bunch of rats repair my old superman cape.  They deleted what I had and loaded a new operating system.  The fools I acted like saved me over the years I no longer have.  I don’t want to keep buying new tools.  I indefinably will find a free venison I can suck the blood out of.  Unfortunately, I cannot get the “Tornado Doc “ I wanted on that  “Tomato Rock” first.

              If I cast my “Premises” at this time, I’m useless in space on the front of the meteor shower but I cannot eat all those swords.  I also wanted to save “Mutiny” as another “STAGE” in my spider web.

              Sorry I cannot do what a tortoise  does.  I hope to get myself on an asteroid again soon.  I hoped to learn Deutsch in high school.  My brother learned that, for four years, and he was the head of that class.  He had learned Russkiy Yazyk while in grade school from listening to his shortwave radio because he disliked the people who were around while he was growing up so he listened to broadcasts emphasizing what is wrong with us and our area and he was emphasized so much that he learned the foreign speak while listening to a certain other country with the cells in his mind activated to be able to understand and speak that language permanently.  That growth of cells continued with the want and ability to memorize, understand, learn, and speak other languages.   At his new want that those cells told him what to want.

              I liked math and science in grade school and high school.  I joined the physics club my freshman year but I did not complete the semester in it because I could not understand what other people around me were conversing about.  In Biology Class I interpreted what insects had inside parts of their bodies.  In Chemistry Class the teacher allowed me not to pay as much attention because I knew and interpreted correctly what he taught us.  I did not have to pay attention because he asked me to interpret what he was saying to a new student.  I had to not pay attention at the present because I had to share and pass on understandably what he said in the past that was connected to what he was saying at the present to this new student.

              That was then and this is now.   I graduated.  Some did not graduate.  Some went on for more licensed learning.  But official or not, School is all the time.  I count. You claim to be a Count. If this is your Nation that is a common day shun.  Do you know somebody?  I think you ‘NO’ everybody.

              And you just began to yell:

                                          

                                           Oh My God

                                           Oh My Dog

                                           Oh My

                                           Oh My

                                           Oh My

                                           It’s a Frog

                                           You Owe Me One, Fog!

 

              Then you said, because of my talking, you missed a call. Well, let me tell you, that was not a missed call, when you talk, I cannot see,  that is a Mist Call!  You’re such a Fog Horn!  And when you point me out to other people, you say I am “Hiss” “Fat” and that Otter Thing!  I’ll just call you a Kingly Kong Stalk Thing.



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Saturday, February 21, 2026

Boy Did I Berne, Churn, and Burn, But Not Learn Something

 

              I said, “ I’ve got to tell you:  ‘Johnny, your Pa has no headroom!  He just snores like a pest!!  And Johnny, your Pa fills up our gloom!!!  He brings us all Down in his nest!!!!  All can tell that we sure ain’t blessed!!!!!’”

              And Johnny told me, “He makes life easier than ever!  You never make life easy for me!”

              Then I said, “Your Gym sure is toxic.”

              And Johnny asked me, “Is this whole Glen sonic?”

              I asked, “Could you even spell what I had to say?”

              And he said, “Nope, but I can sure smell what you had Tuesday!”

              That caused me to ask, “Who is your father?”

              Johnny said, “Ivan.”

              I asked, “Ivan Who?”

              He said, “Ivan Hoe.”

              So, I asked, “How How How?”

              Johnny replied, “He is the king of the Spruce Mints.” 

              That caused me to say, “Spruce Mints,  you sure shred that around here!”

              And Johnny explained to me, “Blue Mist here, Clue Less there.  Hear a jerk? They’re some jerks.  Ever wear a Jerks Work?  The second snow is off the season seasons for us humans who the rat king who dug a hole to our universe.  Black Hole, Wack Whole, Smack All, Snack Call.  When I die you will need another eye to get your snake eyes on your dice move.”

              So, I sang:

 

                                         “Marching machine nose

                                           Marching maraschinos

                                           You are a mussed up matching gross jerk to fight me.”

              And then some sixth grader wacked me with his portable stop sign that he directs the students actually going to class down the three aisled hall.  Kindergarteners go there.  First through sixth graders go there.  Seventh and Eighth graders walk the middle.

              The bathrooms are generally open so the teachers can yell in them to stop kids from smoking.  The school library has an entry door and an exit door.  You cannot enter with anything other than notebooks and a pencil.  You can exit only after going through the line where the teacher records the books or computer records of what you need to study for your classes.

The art class room is in the same room as the science room.  This is for Seventh and Eighth graders.  The teacher either has the students paint on canvas or mix chemicals together that would burn their hands if they were not careful.

              I decided to just walk down the hallway from where I sit at the beginning of school in my assigned home room to the English class when the first bell rings so I can learn nouns and verbs and how to use adjectives and adverbs.  These are the objectives we were all told have.  Well, I certainly object to that.  Obviously, my brain cannot observe adverbs when they obtuse from all the abuse I get.  It’s just another tooth decaying from the truth.  So, I booth.

              I asked my teacher, “I owe you nothing?”

              He told me, “And you are nothing.”

              That caused me to reply, “So!  I Owe You?”

              The middle class chorus marched by singing:

 

                             “Please accept

                               Pleas except

                               Fleas Exceptional

                               Trees Accept Canal

                               A Con Dorch

                               Acorn Door Rye Toe

                               Geez!  Accept That Bull

                               Freeze and expect a null

                               Misinformation or Miss In The Form Of The Nation

                               That’s a toon of

                               The tuna that slaves to pay my son

                               He sure is a son of a toupee.”

 

              The Kindergarteners then joined singing:

 

                             “Please accept

                               Pleas except

                               Fleas Exceptional

                               Trees Accept A Canal

                               A Con Dorch

                               Acorn Door Rye Toe

                               Geez!  Accept That Bull

                               Freeze and expect a null

                               Misinformation or Miss In The Form Of The Nation

                               That’s a turn down

                               That’s the stinker who slaves my son.”

 

              I asked Johnny “Was that what was said by her or are you just sad by her?”

              Johnny replied, “She said she had to Meet Mark at the Meat Market so she can get the Meat Mark Et.”

              And I responded, “Well, to me, Mark is probably an E.T.  He sure seems like an Extra Terrestrial because there is so much Extra of him in my Territory.  He sure Exerts his Terror To Me.”

              And we had to stop our conversation.  There was a programming assignment to rip off one of our client’s investors.  OB didn’t know how to do it.  I knew how to do it.  OB got vocally mad at me whenever I updated the code and did not do it.  I just refused to do it and kept updating the code.  Several times he’s told me that he’s the genius and he knows how to do it but he wants me to figure out how to do it so I might be able to do it again for another client.  I told him that I had figured out how to do it.  I then told him “I am being honest to you when I tell you I refuse to do it because I am being honest.”

              Boy, school is getting Artificially Ineluctable as my lack of learning time goes on.   On the mainframes we would call it “structured code.”  On the pc’s we would call it “objected oriented code.”  What some of the bosses did was called “spaghetti code.”

             

              The principal came by and sang to us:

 

                                                       “Shades Of Life

 

                                                          Red to keep us going

                                                          Hand in Hand

                                                          Over Sand and Shale

 

                                                          Blue will shut my eyes

                                                          From killing sorrow

                                                          And regret hate

 

                                                          Green floats in the distance

                                                          To breath as told

                                                          In time and need

 

                                                          Grey my nearing sunrise

                                                          A steady pulse

                                                          Felt now and last.”

 

              So, I got into class.  Sat at my desk.  And the teacher told us that People are the Pets and the Pets are the owners.  Here is how she said it:

 

“A children’s story.

A turtle, “These two humans are driving me bats.  They keep coming in here and pulling me into their hands.  I got to show them who’s boss by pooping in my water dish and peeing in my food dish. 

I got to dig up everything and keep turning over my log so they get some exersize by straightening up the shavings and putting the log in place.  Boy they are hard to teach.”

 

 

The Pig Got Up

You Can Tell:

I’m the one who should tell people what to do.  I can lie.  I don’t have to answer for anything.  You can tell them all to go to Hell

 

Amen:

I’m very religious.  I’ve been a member and a leader in several different churches over the years.  Churches that supply women to rich men.  Churches that organized wife swapping parties.  Churches that control various political parties.

 

Who Boozes:

I drink.  How the Hell else do I keep this up.  I have no drinking problem.  Just cause you have a problem doesn’t mean that I have a problem.  All the people around me drink.  If you have a problem with that just  keep your mouth shut.

 

By the company:

The corporate World.  The Wall Marts.  The Wall Street.  Some corrosive chemicals distribution center.  No one else will take the responsibility.  He was a dock hand.  The company was owned by his uncle.  They were about to let him go.  Another uncle hired him at an electronics company.  He worked for the salesmen

 

Who Chooses:

There is no choice.  That is the way the world is.  She sleeps around.  He sleeps around.  They are both drunks.  They abuse other people.  They rob and steel and brag about themselves.  Just buck up. 

 

When that was said:

He was caught sleeping with his brother’s secretary.  She is twelve years younger than his wife.  His wife was sleeping with his brother’s secretary’s husband.  He is twelve years younger than his wife.  He got caught.  She did not.  She got mad that people would realize that “He was cheating on her.”  Not that cheating occurred but that someone was more attractive than her.”

 

              I got disgusted, got up from my desk, and left.  That keeps happening over and over again.  She thinks she is great.  She says she is the only one who cares about family.  She keeps telling us to give it all up for her.


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