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Sarcasm, and the Turing Test …
Another important fact for snowflakes: SARCASM is not PASSIVE AGGRESSION … If it confuses you? – ask for clarification. (but SARCASM is a pretty cheap Turing Test, BTW … and the bots on all social media go haywire when you use sarcasm – hence another reason for my using it)
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Relationship trouble …
Joy …
“Joy is aesthetically more pleasing IF you are not surrounded by people screaming in pain.” – Dr. Freckles
Fear and consciousness, revisited …
“Fear is the gap between consciousness and knowledge.” – Dr. Freckles
Have you spent time on GRINKEN STREET?
Have you seen the RED DEVIL MISTRESS? Her dancing at midnight? When her body was covered in grombo-oils and her maidens would bear swords and knives and pillowcases filled with rocks? This was always going to be the final offering to the priestess. We were always going to get trapped.
I was her crooked lover, when we would lurk down by SHIMBLEY’S off of SCRIMPTOM. We’d drink harlot whiskey and breathe the fumes of bromide and aluminum and other barium laced poisons falling from the sky hawks. “You coming to my place for Sid’s birthday?”, she asked. “No baby, I’m heading to HOOKER SQUARE for the free money …”
She was slim and hard. Her sunken eyes betrayed years on the street, looking for her pain sauce in every gutter. I’d think she was my girlfriend, if she wasn’t my hooker wife.
“Did you hear about Terry?”
“Nah, what up?”
“Terry was selling S’KLINK down by the old abandoned library …”
“Cops?”
“nah … fucking GRONKIS LORDS are moving into Splunkton and have some road kings on Grinken …”
The GRONKIS LORDS were moving EAST … they began as an offshoot of the EAST SIDE HOOLIES, who were originally the anti-SEMITIC JEWS of BOBSBURG. But then they, the Lords, had a following out with the CRIPS in Seattle, and this all set off a WEST SIDE vs EAST SIDE grudge match between all the hip hop overlords in Detroit.
“Shit … Terry gonna get ripped?” … Ripping? – that’s when a tribe gets an old pickup and chain and rope … they attach your legs to some old cottonwood tree and the chain to your chest … you are pulled apart and then dumped in the river … probably near the sewage plant.
“Don’t know …”, my street flower said. My Meg … my tormentor.
Things are getting tougher on Grinken Street.