How do I know where I am? I can’t tell any of those differences that
Geography has from Geology. So, if I
don’t know where things are at or what the ground is made of and I would not
understand where, what, and when things were at. At?
At! What do you think I am? The Atlas?
How could I be the Atlas with no Geography! At Last, I am Attila The Dumb. And I
also cannot understand the differences of a person’s, a creature’s, or a
thing’s Biography from their Biology. Do
I know the history of your life? Not
bloody likely! And if I were a vampire,
I would like blood, see, likely. But, not
in the Sea, likely.
Well, anyway, I know I’m no Cone Head. You should know what I am. And that is ‘Know what I am.’ You should not have the power to ‘No what I
am’! I am The Bat Man. And not just The Bat Man, I am The Bat Man
Ion. The other day someone said to me, “You
think you are a Super Hero. Let me see
you fly.” I answered, “Watch! See, here’s my fly. Now keep watching. You’ll soon see me take off. My clothes, that is.”
Then some woman said to me, “I
bet you just escaped to Mara Largo. I wish the rest of us could escape from you, you Maga Bozo.”
That was when this happened:
Happiness Squids
Happiness Skids
Happiness Bids
Different Blinks From Different Peep Holes.
But
instead of Happiness, things should have been.
And I mean ‘been’, not ‘bean’ I
sure am a mean bean:
Hah! See this
See This Flea Dish
Sea Shells want to Sink
Me
And not just in Helsinki
Also in all this
Stink, Me
Just remember
I’ll Sink You Too
As I Sink my Fangs into
you.
That caused me to call out, “I
knew you would. Or is that, I knew you,
wood? Ashe? Oak?
Coconut? Willow? What Willow You Be Doing? You will, hot jewel, be doing Treason. Not Trees, on and on. Anyway, Yankee soon be Democracy Dead. Like those Rons with Coked up colons. That Pres keep saying ‘Oooh Maga!’ In the past he had Married a pretty commie. She’s a bit bats. Putin sure kept telling him to do that.”
As things were going along, I got
interrupted again with, “Look! Up in
the sky! It’s a Bat! It’s a Wolf!
It’s Full Moon Man!”
To
which I replied, “Werewolves will eat your arm along. Just like those lizards love to do.”
Which caused
her to answer, and she just shouted, “That werewolf with paws! That is what he does! He dodges! He dodges! He dodges! He dodges! He dodges!
He dodges that silver bullet and then:
He claws
And gnaws
His jaws
Because
They are His Laws.”
She then said, “Awe, come
on. Don’t be afraid. He’s just a mammal. And when we think that we should be afraid of
Beasts. Instead of Beasts, you should
really look out for those Bees. See,
they are all run by Females. I’m a
Female. You’re not a Female! Think about it, even those kept alive Worker Bee
slaves are Females. So few Males are
allowed to grow up occasionally. They
are allowed by the Queen so she could make another brood. Eruption!
A lava of larvae! Oh Great! Great
Sitkin that is.
“And
it’s not just the Bees. Ants do that
too! Most Ants are Females. Ever think of why we call your Mother’s
Sister ‘Aunt’? Because it is how U spell ‘Ant’.
Have you ever thought about who runs the other insects, too? This is not the rule of dumb, but, this rule
of thumb is that Females tend to be bigger and they congregate, and they tend to
have a bulgier abdomens. Congregate. Congress. We should have more Females in our
Congress. And that guy who thinks he
owns our Congress. He sounds like he’s
full of Coke. And he ain’t even a
Cockroach. Cockroaches. Those Males are typically smaller with
longer, thinner antennae. They need
antennas. They don’t do any thinking on
their own. Other than thinking that they
are the Kings. Females are larger with
shorter, stouter antennae, shorter wings.
How about Praying Mantises? They
really should be called Preying Mantises.
The Female kills the Male after they mate, and she eats his head.
“Instead of The Voice, or was
that The Vice, or Dancing With Your Straws, or The Masked Stinker? There
should be a televised competition where a Woman reads a five to fifteen minute
excerpt or list of commands, and the team leaders (Females) pick a few of them
and have the Men complete them, till the end of the show. Each fight would have two or more individual Ladies
lead a bunch collected Men and then either the Female judges or the television Women
viewers decide who won that portion of the competition. This goes on and on until the last two are
waiting to compete. Then they read parts
or all of what the world has left. And the Female audience or Female judges
vote. A life long winter is us now frozen.”
What she said caused me to say,
“That seems just like you are trying to look up things about ancient
civilizations. What, hadn’t you once found
caves in the Grand Canyon? And how did
these discoveries disappear? Men can’t
find the caves now. Is it because a Girl
did not tell them where to look?”
All
we have are Seven Baseless Machis Moes:
i) Unclever
ii) Squeal and Ask Moe
iii) Pukey
iv) Inclined Blame
v) Sledge
vi) Screwed Up
And She replied to me, “About the people who think
they rule us. Those guys are sure not or
should not be our leaders. They are
not leaders of any sort. They are lead pipe errors instead. And they are the lead that causes us
cancer. But they are just one of the latest
parade balloons rallying the doom of
selfish bullies.”
I agreed. This
here life sure makes my skin crawl.
Talk
About Skin Crawl, all this stuff we are
commanded to do:
1) Start
to act like we know the few talking to us
2) Conflicts
under my skin – you friends against the others there
3) You
must get to know other people – You learn to communicate with your own kind,
but not with your own mind
4) We
discuss with some inner self if the others of our people have people like the
ones under our skins
5) You
must find, start communicating with, reach out to, or teach a few others (like we
think they are) that have so called smart people inside of them
6) Try
to find out, ‘Are there more in the Earth or on other planets?’
7) Do
these smart people also have people inside of them
8) Is
there a problem? Do we want a
problem? We are the problem.
9) Do
smart people make us slaves? Knowingly? Do some smart people make other smart people
slaves? Knowingly.
10) I don’t think they know how to know.
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