And
there was The Dog, digging up a buried battery in the King’s back yard. He bit
into the plastic cardboard backing that held the vinegarized quartz sand surrounder of that inner leaf
burnt and crushed hard inner standing rod which had topped with one copper
heading witch could temporarily connect to the wire intrusing into those
surrendered acidic sands in order to attempt to pass enjailed electrons from that
battery to any kid’s toys. The electrons that swum in the Ph’d engulfed
quartzite chips included a related photon.
And that photon was The Photon.
The Dog was happy about that. He
was EnLightened.
The
Photon, happily, said, “Earth is Earth and Dirt is Dirt and under your feet you
cannot tell the difference. So, if we
are on Mars or Proxima, or even a Goldilox Exoplanet, how can we care what the
thing we think we are temporarily living on is called? If you are living, you are living. If you are not living, how can you care? I don’t care and I don’t have the difference
of living and not living. You are here
and you are there and never the sane shall think.”
And
all of the sudden this other guy shoved hard and tried a lot to come up with
his own dog breed. His son thought he
taught the dogs to speak. It looked like
the dogs followed orders. The guy that
bred the dogs was named Charles, Charles Chaplin.
The
Photon began looking for the children
and since they don’t talk The Photon had to follow the sounds of silence. The Dog then made some mistakes. At one point
there were these filters and old stogies they had found. So, they must have
been sniffing out some Butts.
The
Photon shouted, “No! Wait! Was it that we were trying to Find the
Children. Maybe the word should have
been ‘Fine.’”
The
Dog barked, “Yeah. ‘Larry Fine.’ That means I should use my ‘Lariat.’”
The
Photon went on, “Like with these new Stooges we had found.
Short and they sure bit around.”
The Dog arg greed, “They have
fleas like my fleas.”
The Photon continued, “And they
stunk up your nose.”
The
Dog then disagreed, “No! No! He’s a Curly Que Link.”
And
The Photon said, “So you are telling me He’s the bother of Moe.”
That’s
when The Dog realized, his full name was Jerome Lester Horwitz. Lester.
Les. Like The Dog said before, “There
is Les Silence there.”
Then
the both of them got kid napped by some guy no one listens to. They don’t hear and they don’t speak. It was a natural theft.
The
Photon barked, “Dog Nab It! Oh No! We’ve been Dog Nabbed!”
The
Dog replied, “Let’s not take that vow of silence. We need a bow wow of silence. That will get insidious.”
The
Photon patted him and calmly stated, “Doggie dear, dogged Deer. A Blind man’s bluff. A Seeing Eye Dog. They are the certain types and they cannot
hear. What was their reaction to the Dog
Whistle. They claim they are dogs but
they were just acting. They could not
really hear it. They saw that someone
blew it. And it ain’t just one person
who has blown his life.
And
they’ll howl if they thought that person was blowing a whistle that really made
no sound but there were their dog howls and other dogs would hear their howls
and join in.”
Then
Dog Growled and said, “Their responsibility to breath and exist opposes our
recycling of atomic radiation that attracted all those sonar bursts. That’s why their bosses told them that we do
not know how to exhibit. To get
along. And Photon, I silently agreed
because it was against all of my beliefs.
I felt the need to work. I feel
that we all need to work. So, let’s go
along.
“On our way, we’ll get on a space
shuttle that had landed on a large meteor who was made up of thorium, uranium, and potassium. That
meteor’s inner circle is magmatic and the outer cycle has hardened and
temperature cooled with attractive oxygens and nitrogens.
“We can then start going where our
comrades had not gone before. I want to
meet silicon men and electrical creatures who don’t, can’t, and won’t even
define men and women They do have about
thirteen different types that can connect and unconnect and attract and repel.
So, repulsion gathers new lives of their specific kind with their thirteen
sexual identities including skin, no skin, gas, radiation and rock surfaces
which, among other things, define their racism.
Their racists will invite us, first as a meal, then for a meal, then in
their formula for intense of defense. Photon,
they’ll tell you, ‘You’ll kill me. We’ll
talk to you, that is if you are our lag log logged in your logical camp
fire. You airmost pest requiring a
neighbor’s neolithic neurological metamorphism.
Never logical verses Neutral Logical defining while defying my deafening
definition.’”
The
Photon said, “Will this happen while I am at my computer executing RPGRPG. Am I supposed to be playing as a Report
Program Generator in a Role Playing Game?
Or should I be killing Role Playing Games running a Program that started
out being used to Generate Reports?”
The
Dog then asked, “Would that have been a
neighbor or was it someone’s foot coming
up to your stool? You don’t know. I don’t know.
But do we have to open the door
or clean that stool later? How could I
know? How can you know? We know nothing!”
That’s
when the Nutracides and Cosmetic Industries were happy that their bioreactor
increased metabolites. Metabolite for me
and scalability for you. Your owner will
say he wants to end the war! Think about
it! How much money will he make if and when
we do end it?
These
two are some deranged visitors from some under planned life who stay on earth
with owers and disabilities far beyond those of moral men. Stooperman, who can
charge the cost of mighty givers. Offend
people with their hair brains.
But
they really need Anti Violence. The
saying really is “The hear of the dog that bit you.”
And
they are in a group that does not like fish.
They can’t stand the smell and taste.
They were afraid that some Quack Doctor offered to take away those Dogs’
Herrings – he really offered to take away their hearing.
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