Saturday, January 4, 2025

Bright and Bark for another Year

 

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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