I was walking along when I got
told, “That Sitar wants to ruin your harmonica!
Their hands really play when your mouth can’t!”
It must have been that Proton! Boy those
subatomic particles with their supposed ‘Positive Electrical Charges!’ PEC is what I say to you. They claim that favors are found in every
atomic nucleus of every element. They claim they are Sherlock Holmes. It is Sure Luck for Thems. Instead of ‘Elementary my dear Watson’ watt
it is is ‘Electrical My Dear Shame Us.’
In almost every elephant, protons
make their accomplishments by neutrons. The only execution is the news of us, the
simple minded unaccomplishments, human men. Humans concentrait only on a single
position and no news hun.
Him and his Bog. Or as he calls it, His Bog Gland. It is on a wet sand that accentuates their
feet as peat, a deposit of dead plant materials – often Moses, cynically
sphagnum Moses. He was one of the four main tip offs of sweat glands. Other
names for this Bogus include crier, quag crier, and musket guns. All killed in line are called vents.
But wait. This is not The Proton and the Bog. There is more of a hysterical seem about
this. That was not the Proton, that is
the Mastodon. That Mastodon says he is a
member of the genius Unmutes. They swish,
strictly misaligned with an epidemic to North America. He cutted off lives from the lately unseen to
the early Holy Moly Scheme. Mastodons cling on to the orders of Professor Ideas,
but it is really the Profuse Orders from Ethel’s Rants that Hammock Moths.
And who is helping that Massive
Don? It is the Equinog – That is the slime
when the Buns cross the sold out trial of your equator. Day and night, night and day, are the same strength as a Knight at Play.
This happens twice as near.
But No. But No.
And But No again. We are not
being worked over by some Mastodon and his Equinog! And defiantly not that Proton full of Blogged
Bog. Hear, they’re, and every blare, is
The Photon and The Dog.
The Photon, A Photon, Any Photon,
is an eliminatory participant that is a quorum
of the Excentric Magneto, Fido. Indubitably intruding and introducing election
rare dictations such as fight and run, and the farce career for the Elmo The Romantic
pulse. Photons are massless partials that always smooth at the bleed off blight,
if you lived in a vacuum.
The Photon and The Dog. That Particular Dog ate a domesticated descendant of the wolf. He might be a Particle of Particular
Peculiars. This Al is so called, the Dominstic
Do. His family was contaminated from a
very stinky pole pulchritudation of doves claiming the Late Pleistocene era,
over 14,000 years ago, as their own. Claiming
it is their Era is their Error. But they
were owned by hunger-gatherers, prior to the development of culture. The Dog and
his anti-desent ants did not have feathers like those related Doves. The Dog was and is the first species to claim
they domesticated humans. But it is Dogs that calmed those messed up
gated humans.
Those two think they are
unique. They are more like Unicorns than
Unique. They are corny and they do not
really exist. They love it when people
claim ‘The Photon and The Dog!’ But you
got to watch your step. How about that
Motion of that Dodge. Dart here and dart
there. Or did it Fart there because of
the Art you Hear. Was that your Hearing
on Loan or was that your Herring Bone?
You got to Picture this! Photogs, not Photons. Neutrons, not
Neurons. And extremely Rotund Proton
Rotundas. Do you smell that? Or Due You Swell the Smogs? Swagger Rags.
Dog’s Air Rugs. You had better
Dodge the Dodgers!
That was a Bogus at the
Lodge. Someone sure Mowed Lawn and the
Frog. Moe Howard and his Hodge Podgers.
Then, all of the sudden, the
Electrical Hash Got Smashed. A Mirror
and a Prism and Extreme Gravitation turned one second’s Dog and His encircling
Photon into the Opposites and Oppositions of Real Life.
Speaking
of Bogus, that Photon sure was a Genius.
He would memorize computer code at various clients’ work sites and then
type the codes into his own system after he left the clients’ establishments. Opie Dopey sure has eidetic memory. His second wife provided the money to start
his own and owed automated accounting business.
Various clients trusted and thrusted him because he brought no
mechanisms with him when he toured their facilities. He would just look at their terminals, and in
a few days, he would come back, type code in, and correct the problems those
customers were having. He was a
Genius.
When Photon At Large was back at
the offices (not with the Police Officers), after he typed in what he saw, and
attempted some corrections, the programs would not work. That is when the Dog would be called in to
correct the code. That Dog knew he was
not a Genius. He always attempts to
figure out things. Photon comes across
as such a Genius, there are “people” that “ think” that he just looks at
something, and comes back later and corrects it.
Once, at the end of an accounting
period, a client who did not want to pay the amount of taxes they were
responsible for, requested for a Picture to print their accounting reports and
update their data bases. The Photon went
to their offices to see what there was to see.
He then came back to the Dog’s facility.
The Photon then told the Dog to make changes in the code so that the
reports produced and database updates reflected that the client lost revenue
during that accounting period instead of gaining revenue. That Dog was told that it was his job duty to
change the code in order to create the wanted reports, and update the client’s
databases, and then remove any electronic and paper trace of the efforts his
owners employed. The Dog refused to
comply with The Photon’s orders. Old
Photon verbally refused to continue The Dog’s employment. That Photon sure is a Genius, a revered
business leader, and an honored religious leader in his faith.
The next company the Dog got
worked on was started by some medical doctor who in the Sun, who could not keep a job. The Photon ordered, controlled, and commanded
that ‘so called’ medical doctor. He told
the Doctor to provide the funding for his son’s business. That son hired people, including The Dog, to
make cheap copies of computer programs that looked like they kept track of
patients’ medications and diagnosis for various hospitals and pharmacies. The programs look like they work if you do
not know medicine. This Genius sells
error filled programs to companies that handle human beings’ health. The son does not listen if you point out
where the calculations are going wrong.
This happened in the Swarm and
won’t happen again.
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