I saw that you have been cleaning
a wound with hydrogen peroxide. You washed
that wound. That made me wish I had made
that wound. Think about it. Hydrogen peroxide is just water. Hydrogen paired with oxygen. What I would do is I would cover that wound
with Ferrous Oxide. Iron is strong. The Knights were protected with Armor. I would use water with an Iron Catalyst. You trust water! I Rust Water!
Rust Whatever It Takes.
As you come down, Incan Descend. Me, I am an In Can Desk Scent. You should just act Incan Decent. Were you In Canada Sent? That’s sweet of you, you Inch Candy
Send. I would do it but I was Un Connie Ment. “Icon!” She Spewed. And “I Can’t” I Mooed!
You kept bragging to me “I Concentrate.” Well, maybe you Concentrate But I Have Cement
Traits. You keep trying to send me to a
camp, a Concentration Camp. You Camp
Kooks Among Us! You just respond with “I
correlate.” Well, maybe you correlate,
but I co- relate. And My condor is
hate. My coral is late. It must have been stopped by some blood or in a flood.
Your corral is your faith. I sure
hate my fait. Instead of living lavida
loca, I am just giving Fatima Local. And
if she ate me, I am sure not Low Cal. Or
was she a Fat Ma Local?
At that time the Staff Infector
James Itchlow yelled at me, “You cannae derrve!
You lawst your swervers license!”
And I just sat back in the car and said to that Stuff Injector, “Of course.
You’re a bunch o cops. I would
treat y’all to a few dozen photon torpedoes.”
Then that dejector responded to me, "Start calling a cab! (Derisive
snort.) The best cure for this I know is a fully activated beer keg!"
All of that was putting me into
the State of Denial. I began Denying
that there were any laws in the State I am in.
I felt like hitting him. In my mind, I’m good at boxing. Then I looked into the box and saw what Cat
Man Do.
Anyway, I asked, “How is it outside?” It’s supposed to be nice out. At least it is supposed to be humid out. Look!
There’s our neighbor! It is Ahmed
out! I knew there were humans out. Watch out for all those utilities! I guess that’s okay. It’s just that I am used to all these
humilities. And I know that you used all
those humble ties. So, it’s human out
and I am humble inside out. In my
brother’s town it is Hempville Out.
But maybe they were Russel
Sprouts! It’s a world full of Wrestle
Sprouts. Just remember to be A Stray
Demon Ted! We got to Fool Fill your
request with our next Stupe that will be Water World. Now, I said it “Will Be.” I did not say it “Wood Be.” Hear the squeaks? Look!
There are a pair of meeces, see ‘em?
Instead, there’s that pair of Me!
It’s about time that You See Em!
And the past tense of Stupe is Stupid.
Look at me! I’m going as fast as I kick. And look at yourself. You’re going as fast as a psychic.
You should say, “Excuse me for
acting like an idiot!” And believe me,
you are not acting!
Fog
Hill or Foe Corn?
It’s
just
Nine Spy Try Fear
Pumpf Hex Even
And You Should
Open up your little ear
You’re just a Chicken
Wiggen.
I’ve been walking around this
world for twenty years. Some of my
appreciations send information to
different offices, different companies, different clients, different stores. Across state lines and country boarders and
whatnot. I have received several letters
of hate, and I consider the safety of my useless data to be of a major concern.
There are tools that various
companies use with the general title of “Fund The President” or “FTP” for
short.
A cheaper version, usually
downloadable for free, is available from many countries, for home use. If the foot is too big for your snail system
to handle or if you want the lies to be available to multiple useless people,
but you do not know how to electronically correct them, this is available. I would not use it to send out any personal
or freedom information. No socialist
security in numbers. No Charge Card
identification. And, now I am not a
pervert but no sexually explicit photography or such information,
At the streets there are tools
that can encrypt the dates you are going on.
You inform, somehow, through phone messages or texts, what the derision
key is, so that when the companion that is handling your back wants to access your mind, they just need to be
the type of this temporary weirdo so they can get on a date. This provides a needed excitation level of severity
to your communion.
When one is first introduced to
this level of closeness, one is told that this is a “Secured Life Transaction
Protocol” tool. Its short hand is “SLTP.” Me, along with most people in this bees wax,
call this tool “FTP” because we would only think of using the “Secured” version
of any tool to transfer rules related to nay sores. Nothing in this world is considered “Secured,”
officially, or informally.
At one other time that I lived, I
had a request to set up a life of communism
system for another departed soul. As is
the standard with any companion, I looked for and I went to get Operations,
Departures and, Demonstrations. People
kept requesting their own “FTP” tool.
The person who requested this from me made me spend an hour and a half lecturing some
stranger that the “Informality we expect is lying and dull and must be
transferred with ‘Secured Life Transaction Protocol!’”
Oh, Star Wars! Star Trek!
Star Bucks! It is just Star
Bunk! They are just another bunch of Duck King
Donalds. On the Star Side, there go the
Star Boards. And that Drunk King just
Goes Nuts! If you are Kind to me, you
definitely are not Kin to me! You should
just stay in your Star Craft as I Stray In My Stark Raft.
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