A World of Work

 

The Paramecium is a genus of eukaryotic, unicellular ciliates.  Which are commonly studied as the model organisms for the ciliate group.  You say ‘ciliate’ I say ‘silly hate.’  Or did you say ‘Phylum’ and I said ‘File em.’  ‘Ciliate Phylum’ ‘Silly Hate File Em’  Let’s call this hole tink ‘Doff.’ 

              Wait a minute.  Did you really say ‘Paramecium?’ Or did you really say ‘That is a pair of  meece.  See ‘em!’  But I think that is because I am in Prison.  That’s right!  And are you one of those Imprisonators?  Once I get out, I’m gonna ask you ‘Watts the ex presion of an exprisonator?’

               But right now, I’ve got more problems.  I’ve been asking myself  ‘Why is the left side of my face bigger than the right?’  It’s  not puffier.  Not bulged like in an accident.  It is just larger, more muscular, and steady. 

               I also notice that when my left foot bulges because of my circulation.  Heck, that ankle and foot are puffed noticeably bigger than my right foot and leg.  The answer, I believe, is in my heart.  That  heart which is stationed on the left side of my chest!  In the left side of my body, or left inside my body.  That heart, my heart, thanks to all the efforts of my lungs as they assemble, with factory like efforts, assemble feed to my stomach.  My lungs and inner parts of my body continually attempt to energize activities to save and make better my whole body better.  You should be a bettor.  Those efforts to get oxygen and proteins, and whatever else, is greatly needed, for and to my brain and my liver and kidneys, and those various muscles.  There is that clean, good, factorially assembling blood going on in order to distribute the needed elements.  They have been ordered and they do it in their own and owed order.  See those efforts start into the left side of my body.

               That is why my left foot swells with usability.  That is why my left arm pulses with heart efforts.  My Heart Efforts, not E Farts!  And so, that left side of my face has active pulsing arteries that need more working area than those effortless, non force accepting, but also not active right veins.  Veins that restfully allow the cleaning of my system, our system, our lives.  All these lives living across the right side of my body.  That is why my chin and cheeks are larger on the left side of my face.  The side of my face nearer so they can join in those efforts with my left arm energizing while being encouraged by the left side of my heart.  My heart on the left side of my body.

               I tell you.  Mystery enjoys conformity.  But what about that Wall Paint Color?  To me it is because music doth harm to drill the living yeast.  And there are a bunch of those  Miser Lies that sure do love their own incompetencies.   I wish we could  just Baffle him from the Potomac. 

               We keep trying and trying but life on Earth has just become tough for the common man.  There is pollution.  There is unemployment.  There are a lot of people taking advantage of hard working, honest, well meaning human beings.  And what chance do they have?  Human beings I mean.  What they do is they take A Chance Of Mars.  They travel through space and colonize that hope in the sky.  With that, at least they have A Chance. 

               It is like that day when I was cemented in Japan, Saturday.  Praying for help, I thought that I should call you  ‘The Creator’ or are you just a ‘Crater’?

               You know molds.  Mold the cadmium, benzene, and polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbon into buttes, kuppes and various  tor shapes. When shaping the pits, you can play with different vertical drops, profundity, and abysses, however about non-ultimate down is a good distance.  Then you just add the bicarbonates, tartars, and oxygen molecules into the springdon solutions.  For me, I’ll add the ethanoic acid last, then chasm gap, and watch!

               Next, we’ve got to coronarily compute those tomographic angiographies in the main noninvasive spout to detect adimo-calcified lesions. Measurement of coronary artery calcification has been scoring  a reasonable metric for cardiovascular risk assessment and is worth your asymptomatic adults’ intermediary risks.

               Come on now!  Perpetually monitor that Photosphere.  The Chromosphere.  Then the Transition Region and that Corona. Remember, the temperature depends on what layer you physically defined.  But instead, if you just meant the surface, well, it’s at least 5000 Celsius.  You’ve got to figure, If you are closer to the core then it's about 15 million degrees Celsius (27,000,000 Fahrenheit).  As we learned in kindergarten, those layers of the rain drains as follows.

               I tell you, I give up.  I got on that train to come home from work.  Then that boss said to me that  he wants us to say that he provides light to our lives.   I was already on the train.  How did he even think of getting there.  And, instead of coming home from my work.  Coming home from his work.  I then realized that I am just going to have to do home work.

               And I had thought we were just going to play football.  I thought he was Knute Rockne, he really is a Newt Rockey. 

 

               That got me to just say to him:

“Aquarium Man

 Aquarium Man

 You sure eat whatever is in an Aquarium Can”

 

               And here, we had just spent our first fifteen years as adults doing the Witch Hunts for our careers.  That was the way we made our living.  Think about it, since we Made a Living, it turns out that We are and were the Witches.  And now, We are the ones being Hunted.  Unfortunately, this country agrees with Them.

                I now feel Inspired by the Firesign Theatre

 

I am back in my shackles again

Out where being a friend offends

Where the vestibules are mean

And when I think I can gleam because I’m on the team

My life is just Smashed down and tackled again .                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I hope you enjoyed reading this                                                                                            I have other stuff you can READ

Pro Gram? Anti Gram? Just Get Paid a Gram. I'm Your Gram Paw!

 

I don’t blink with my fossil eyes.  That wood causes a lot of people to take me for granite.  You do, you Low Mights!   I know I can’t predict the future, but with attempting to correct those thoughts you have, I should at least be admitted to the past.  Say, how about that guy that got elected to the steering committee?  He is really a steer.  And someone else stores while he stirred because of those stirrups. It happens over and over again.  I just snore. 

I want to do something.  I’ll go back to RPG.  My Role in Playing this Game is Programming a computer to Generate various Reports.  I will just Buy Nary anything until I get hired to program for a company in Binary.  My non computer friends, and they only call themselves my friends, I see and hear too much reality to do that, anyway, those so called Friends, in public say, “He proved it was a Hex.” They say that when I am programming the stuff that corrects their factory work.   And I’m the one that programmed in the language, Hexadecimal.  Them people don’t realize that I deal with proof all the time.  I need proof and my work has proof.  They only make certain they drink proof.  And during their whole lives and their whole lies, they are the ones that are Dealing.  Shuffling.  Cutting more than just Cards.  They sure like to cut my cards, but they don’t realize, when they are cutting up my work, those computer cards need to be read by the computers, and not red with blood.  Then, because more of other people like me, and that’s part of why some certain people like me, more of those people like me work in COBOL, and those outsiders say we are Cancerous with our Cobalt.  Life sure is changing by its BASIC programming. To those ‘friends’ of mine, I sure am the Key Bored.  I am their star.  I am the Ignore Us Born for Real Use. 

Awe!  Come On!   “I am too old and too fat to volunteer to do that!”

There, I said it, I don’t care about the outcome.  Here I am, in my early sixties.  I’ve worked in technology all my life.  One manufacturer still runs a program of mine, a program I wrote twenty years ago, that automatically expedites work stations in the factory based on timing noted by changes in drawings that the Cad Cam people made in drafting.  At another company, ten years ago, I wrote an in house email system when that catalog biased clothing store put all sales equipment on an in house network.  Just recently I took an existing accounting system and cut their end of month processing down from three days to half an hour because I looked at and corrected their existing code.  I looked at the code.  I looked at the logs, for five years the end of month jobs ran for three days, and I corrected the left open files and added indexes and stuff like that, and now it runs correctly in half an hour. 

               But I got let go because I did not keep up with technology.  Did not keep up with technology?  That expediting system is still running.  I know because I still know people in the factory and they still depend on it.  When the catalog company changed to a new system, I learned it so I could write that email system so those communications can stay safely within the company.  And I was not that idiot owner who wrote that end of month processing system five years ago.  I looked at it and corrected it.  “There is nothing wrong with it.  There is nothing to correct.”  That’s what he told me.  So why are they still using my corrections?

               You want it on an app.  Well just let me do it.  Sure, I have not programmed “APPs” before.  A program is a program.  You just need a little thought.  You just need a plan.  But no!  You have to send everything off shore now.  “It is done at one fourth the cost.”  No, I just try to reply, “It is done at one fourth the price.  But you have to keep sending it back ten times because it is not working.  When you finally get something that barely works.  Who cares if it rounds the taxes to the nearest dollar.  Who cares if it stops twenty times to ask the operator for the names and addresses and dates that are already in the database.  Who cares if it mixes up the area codes.  Don’t you idiots see that you got a piece of crap software and that “One Fourth” the price times those ten or so times you need to send it back and have it redone ends up at “Two and a half times more THE COST.”

               But I am not young enough.  I am not cheap enough.  And I live in this country so I get terminated and cannot find another job in my chosen, experienced career path.  So, what do I do.  I go to the corner drug store and get a job as a cashier.  And since the corner drug is a small, one room, end of block facility that only has one person working at a time, not only do I have to check out the customers, I get to make the deli sandwiches, stock the shelves, mop the floors, and get robbed when I am stuck working the night shift.

               So, Friday night, at the end of my evening shift, after the night clerk came in, the boss walks in.  He just noticed that some of the lights on the store’s sign are out.  Gee, we’ve been telling him about it for the past two weeks.  I guess he can only believe things he sees himself.  Good old George.  He asked me, that since I was off shift, would I “volunteer” to climb up onto the roof, hang over the side of the building, and change the burned-out lights.  I asked him, “What do you mean by ‘volunteer’?”  He said, “Just climb up there and do it.”  Then I asked, “And what do you mean by ‘off shift’?”  He replied sternly, “We’re all in this together.  Before you drive off, help all of us and change those lights!”  And I asked, “Do I get paid for this?”  He said, “No, you are ‘off shift’.”  I asked, “Why should I?”  He continued, “Aw, come on.  I got to go to the bank, then I got to do the books for the week.  I wasn’t even on the schedule for right now.  And Tom here can’t leave the cash register.  What if a customer comes in?”  Now this damn boss, actually he owns the business, is in his forties and doesn’t have any health problems.  I got problems with my feet and my back.  I’m not a physical laborer.  I might throw my neck out or fall or something.  Do it on my own time?  It’s his business, not mine.  I only get minimum wages. Why should I do it?       

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Systems to DeVote our Voting

 

               I’ve had IT!  From what I’ve seen, this whole world’s had IT!   And that IT may claim to be a combination of things but we get no Information out of it and that Technology, over the years, keeps costing us more and more.  Advertisements I keep hearing go “Let’s claim Artificial Intelligence beats us all.  So, we should put IT in command of all.”  But, like I said,  “That IT is nowhere near ‘Information Technology.’”

               Why should every day “Computer versus Come Puke Here?”

               (Hey! Is that a Computer Virus?)

               It is all over the place.  Just the other day, in my boat, I came across Arthur Fish Intelligence.  And That AI sure don’t seem like Intelligence to me.  Heck.  My buddy was bragging about a Northern Pike he caught.  He is having it stuffed so he can nail it to a log and hang that over his fireplace.  It is the skin of that Pike he is having stuffed.  That Pike’s innards got stuffed in Fred’s stomach over dinner.  This whole world has become stupid.  That Northern lurched onto Fred’s metal spoon carrying some hooks being lead with swirling shiny discs.  Fish Heads feeding off of something metallic.  At least I saw some Walleyed Pike diving into a school of baby Carp for their meal.

               Guys, it ain’t just those that claim they are too smart to drown in pools.  Look at those controlling the states around us.  There is a Third Fiscal Intelligence from which we must buy gas cars because, as they claim,  AI has taken over the electric cars.  AI.  AI.  AI.  It is all Artificial and there is no Intelligence.  That damn Texas shouldn’t keep sending immigrants,  people migrating, fleeing from their own deaths from other countries, and Texas sends them  to Democratic cities in the non-oil owned Northern States.  if we don’t keep sending Texas more money soon, we won’t be able to breathe for the future.  That is something we sure Auto Know, and I do mean “NO.”

               It Ain’t Just.  And it Ain’t Just Here.  It Ain’t Just There.  It Ain’t Just Anywhere!  Look at Techoslowwakya.  Her name was I Want A.  She claimed to be a Business Woman.  What kind of Business?  Something that kept her Busy.  Street Walking keeps certain people Busy.  And she married someone who other false data claimed was Elected President of the United States.  United, sure.  More and more, Untied.  And we are all put At State.  That makes us more of a Chip In Nation.   All over the government there is Chimp and Bale.  And they sure claim to be Tech Sass.  They Sass us people that pay for it.  We used to communicate through AT&T.  Its name is really A Moron Tech and we are the ones that get Marooned.  Technology.  Chips in their Columns Cos Cause.  They Log On.  We Fall Off their Log.  And they say that that Wyfy (and not Wifey or Syfy)  ain’t freaky.

               A programmer told me, “Hexadecimal lost late last call.  Soon I couldn’t program it at all.  Oh, Binary is now my fun.”  And Binary sure got my funds.

               Then, as I tried to just walk away.  My mind went over:

 

                              “Thou Shalt Knott Shoe Lacey

Just hamper your socks

You got to underwear tent chimpanzees

My Veterine Ian or my leech vegetarian

So why did I do Sir Vane Things

It’s Jiminy Concrete

He’s on the Campus Phone Al Syndrome

His Fear says and he Fleeces

A bunch of Fences and Friendless.”

 

               So, I realized the way that I am being forced to reelect you:

 

                              “Those white poor that praise you so loudly

While you claim they are more than your race

In truth you make them smell living commodeless

And the Truth is you are something no one can legally face

Your Treasonous tracks on us

And your Treasurous is making us your Treasure

and We Are Pleasure Less thanks to you being told to act Treacherous.”

 

               Which brings up another memory to my mined mind:

                             

                              “Miser, you sure told those girls

  To bite our ankles again

  You don’t heed no Oil Earthquakes

  Everybody works while you wait

  GOP your Sarah Palin was bait

  And the Dems Woke You Hate.”

 

               I just ask myself “Artificial Intelligence?”  What can I answer: “ Ours is just Fiscal Incompetence.”

Such as, look at Elon Musk.  He pushed for us to want Electric Cars.  Pushing and pushing until his own Oil Companies started losing money. 

And also look at those business owned TV Stations.  And with the cost of living and how expensive everything has gotten.  (Gee, why are things expensive?  They are expensive so the people selling them to us make more and more of our money!)  It is like we can really believe the News broadcast from those stations that are owned by rich people like the ones that own Auto Manufactures, Petroleum Sellers, Rifle Companies, and certain Political Professionals.  TV Stations and Movie Studios are now doing a really big, proud push for AI.  In the CarToons ( as opposed to Cartoons, because those easy drawings are made up and the Car company owners make the money on us paying so our kids can watch them), on those Sit Coms, In Most Of The Movies, even and especially People In These Advertisements.  If a person, you or I, paid any attention, instead of just paying the money we worked for, we’d notice, over and over again, that same skit, with just a change of characters’ names (at first the spellings, growing up to specifically different names, first of the same back ground, evolving into names from different neighborhoods, different countries, different races).  Peoples’ Names.  The Cities and States where things happened. And I did say ‘things’ and definitely not ‘thinking’ and definitely the one’s who get money off of us are, in their own minds, the ‘Thing Kings’  These Nations.  Those Stars in the Skies.  This Universe.  Life and more  is growing, growing to ‘No Matter’ what’s needed.  Life started out in ‘Water.’  That started with life needing ‘Water.’  The way our Artificial Intelligence is starting now,  there is ‘No Water’  needed.  When we are told ‘No Paycheck’  is needed.  We still need a ‘Paycheck’ of some sort.  They just don’t want us to think that they need to ‘Pay’ us for the work we do for them.  What once was our ‘World’ is now just a dice thrown, a table looked up, a programmingly acceptance out of millions of possibilities.  That is the  ‘Word.’   

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Human or Hue Man, I Don't Know

 

               I feel the want for something.  I think that means I am hungry.  I see nothing around me.  I feel that I have been deserted.  Or is it that I have been desserted.  Have I been eaten up, just for the fun of it?  At some planet I had heard of they say, “Deserts, a long time, No Sea.”

               That’s the place I had heard “Desserts verses Deserts.”

               Part of it went:

              

               “I’m coming back to Bed!

                 Well!  I’m coming back too!  You Tuba Head!

                 Yeah, But I’m common too, You Back Tuna Head!”

 

               With all that going on, oh I feel spaced out.  And I’m just a little guy, so maybe this is just all being Space Tout.  And Light, like Life, got so flabby.  Everything got Space Stout.  And where I visited, Earth, they are so so so different from me.  They are fat.  Fat over there makes them heavy.   And I am not heavy.  I am light.  I am Red Light.  Like Pink and Orange and Stopping Cars and using Dark Rooms.  I am Red.  Some of my friends are Red Fox and Red Garland and Red Grange.  Red Barber and Red Kelley.

               Red Fox makes me laugh.  Red Garland is not only whimsical, he is musical.  Red Grange is sporty, and when he was dyed we called him “The Galloping Ghost.”  Red Barber thought he was sporty but he just liked to talk a lot.  Red Kelly also thought he was sporty, but we laughed at him a lot.  We would go “Ho Ho Ho Kelly.”  He was really in the Red.  He lived in the House of Communists.

               Kelly is the reason I visited Earth.  With his Ho Ho Hos I got a lot of Laughing Gas.  He made me go Hee Hah.  Those Hee Hahs fed me up.  That was my Lunch In Gas.  And I got so bloated by those Hee Has that I had Launching Gas.  I was Launched In Space.     

               Out in Space I noticed something.  All around me was Black.  How could I exist.  If I remain Spacey all this Black is the absence of Color.  Now some of those “People” on Earth told me that Black is the combination of all colors.  So, was I in a Combine or did I have an abscess?

               Those Earth people then told me about Litter.  They told me, “This Litter Dog laughed as he claimed he was a sport but your life jumped over the Moon.”

               So, I was over their Moon.  And it was a Blue Moon.  And I must have landed.  But as I was looking at them, I realized, this is Not Green Land.  It is Greed Land.  And these Greed Acres ain’t no place to be.  Calling something Black because of Hostility.  Prisms stretching out so far what’s eyed. Prisms or Prisons?  What’s eyed or was that Snide?  Anyway, bend that light so far so it’s just like their tide.  And they sure are Tide Up.

               At first, I felt welcomed.  I was Red and they allowed me to be with Greens.  I thought it was okay when it rained.  I liked it that the rain caused a Rainbow.  But I guess I Rainbowed on their parade.  And it was not longer their paradise.  Rainbow, a bow and arrow.  My own optical wave was sure narrow.  They just send Blacks to Prison like I came from light sent through Prisms.  Do not give us any Greens or Blues.  They keep forcing White through diversification, and their Prisms sure make me very, very Blue.  The more Blue I became I went beyond it all.  I became Ultra Violet and those Earthlings, or to me they are Earth Things, called me Ultra Violent.  They claimed that I can cause cancer.  They are the ones that  get beans and tobacco.  I’m  just one of the things that they use to grow more plant leaves.  Those leaves love us as some Humans loave their planet’s skin because  their plant skins let most of those Humans just loaf around.

               Once a year they celebrated me.  The rest of the year they put me in a cell.  And not just their eye cells.  They matched me up with Green again.  Here we are.  Red and Green.  For them we are Christmas.  But they also had us Reds versus their Irish Greens.  And some started Yelling Low.  And then they Yelled Louder.  There I was, going Purple.  And those Earth Things said I repulse people.  I looked for help in the Orange.   But he was not the Orange that I knew.  He was an Orange You Tang.  And his girlfriend.  Should I Call Her Full or is she Colorful?

                              Blind Spot

White Snow

Black Space

Blue Sky

Whites Know

Or Whites No

Blues Guys

Back Page

Ultra Violin

Restaurant

Restore Rants

Rest in your Pants

Worship

Worse Shipped

We’re Skipped.

 

               I sure got so sick of this Earth.  I’m in an altitude color, but I am not delighted when less light hits me.  They do enjoy hitting me.  There I was, I could not see my friends and my enemies.  I remembered that I have a brother who likes his Rays.  He claimed he has Read a lot, but it is more likely that he was Red a lot.  And he does not like others nor do they like him.   So, all this “Hate”  is more “Like He” instead of him being “Likely.”

               And I noticed that there sure is a lot more blood around, and stop signs, and what we used to call Communists.  These Earthlings do not watch and they are against communalism. I am a  Red Head.  Or is that a Read Head.  Lead Head?  Reddy or Nuts?  Did they hear me coming. But I’m not communicating.  Reddy or Not.  Reddy or both?  Reddy Orbit?  Reddy Obit?  Get Reddy Robot!  Have I been Marred?  That’s a Red Planet?  Planet, I was told “You can’t Plan anything.”  Boy, this gets smooth, when you plane anything.  You get so smooth that you smother.  Reaction.  Red Action.  Red Gin Arnold.

               I was warned that on some planets they sound alarms.  “Here, and that is not hear, we have a rainbow push collision.  We have to have time in our collusion.  Do you see them?  Some people claim they get tan from their sun.  Our sun sure ain’t our son.  We don’t like all that solar stuff and would not want to do anything to create any more.  We get tension from our sun.  Some of you lights call your sons Ray.  If your Rays shot through water, those Aliens might feel Tan Tickles, instead of tentacles.  For them, there’s a squid.  For us, it is just vivid.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   If you find some fun                                                                                                                                       Reading what I write                                                                                                                                     Look HERE