Desperate Grasp of Face
“Good afternoon, please take a seat and enjoy some refreshments while we congratulate you on your former awards. You've made it this far, so let's finish strong. Believe in the system, the system is me, the system is you. Only recently has the system been so congenial and well towards us all. Our new subset has overcome the many challenges that previous programs have been unable to overcome. Nurse Wu, please display the progress meter.”
Wu brings out the hand drawn progress meter, which truly shows the great progress that the program has been making. The meter read a value of 160, which was close to the top of the meter. The closer to the top of a meter a value gets, in my experience, the better a result is. Meters are very useful for these purposes, I wrote in my notebook as I licked the mustard off the giant pretzel I obtained.
“Now, notice the progress. A lot of this has to do with the promotional video you just saw. You may have taken notice to the human torment, the shoe store that has great deals, the elderly community partaking in meals on wheels, or maybe even the fresh air factories in this city that currently deliver tons of clean air to our homes each day. Well, what does this have to do with our program? The answer is simple: you. You are the link between this wonderful heaven on earth and our special progress only program. The progress is irreversible as will soon be understood. Make him understand William.”
William proceeds to put on a sandwich board that reads, “The progress is you. The progress cannot be reversed.” I understood. Myron was clearly not the typical underdeveloped character vaguely described so often in my account. He was an accomplished man who spent a great deal of time honing his special abilities and making sure his children lived appropriately far away from here. He was well known for extravagant accounts of scholarly applications of his ideas documented in, “Realizing a Societal Apparition.” He rested his hand on a copy now, slowly picking away the used book price tag as he spoke. The accomplishments allowed him to cut himself a small piece of the power pie, which seems to be the only reason anyone comes up with a set of plans or related original information. This pie could be used to bait people into certain action, and Myron made sweet violent love to that idea. He was passionate about his work in a way that caused my constant nervousness, and his words transmitted this passion. His general style could be described as sleek, forceful and without flaw. He only lacked personal hygiene, and I had promised to take care of that later with a complimentary towel bath and back rub. His breath appeared from where I was to be vile.
“It follows that if the progress is irreversible, and when you are the progress, then you must become irreversible. Irreversibility comes with learned behavior. That's what this extension cord is for. You will be rewarded with simple compliments and light back and hand touching, but will be punished by being hit with this cord and being called a cheap stranger. The progress meter will reflect this. Nurse Wu.”
Wu draws a line below the 160 mark on the meter. I understand.
Wu brings out the hand drawn progress meter, which truly shows the great progress that the program has been making. The meter read a value of 160, which was close to the top of the meter. The closer to the top of a meter a value gets, in my experience, the better a result is. Meters are very useful for these purposes, I wrote in my notebook as I licked the mustard off the giant pretzel I obtained.
“Now, notice the progress. A lot of this has to do with the promotional video you just saw. You may have taken notice to the human torment, the shoe store that has great deals, the elderly community partaking in meals on wheels, or maybe even the fresh air factories in this city that currently deliver tons of clean air to our homes each day. Well, what does this have to do with our program? The answer is simple: you. You are the link between this wonderful heaven on earth and our special progress only program. The progress is irreversible as will soon be understood. Make him understand William.”
William proceeds to put on a sandwich board that reads, “The progress is you. The progress cannot be reversed.” I understood. Myron was clearly not the typical underdeveloped character vaguely described so often in my account. He was an accomplished man who spent a great deal of time honing his special abilities and making sure his children lived appropriately far away from here. He was well known for extravagant accounts of scholarly applications of his ideas documented in, “Realizing a Societal Apparition.” He rested his hand on a copy now, slowly picking away the used book price tag as he spoke. The accomplishments allowed him to cut himself a small piece of the power pie, which seems to be the only reason anyone comes up with a set of plans or related original information. This pie could be used to bait people into certain action, and Myron made sweet violent love to that idea. He was passionate about his work in a way that caused my constant nervousness, and his words transmitted this passion. His general style could be described as sleek, forceful and without flaw. He only lacked personal hygiene, and I had promised to take care of that later with a complimentary towel bath and back rub. His breath appeared from where I was to be vile.
“It follows that if the progress is irreversible, and when you are the progress, then you must become irreversible. Irreversibility comes with learned behavior. That's what this extension cord is for. You will be rewarded with simple compliments and light back and hand touching, but will be punished by being hit with this cord and being called a cheap stranger. The progress meter will reflect this. Nurse Wu.”
Wu draws a line below the 160 mark on the meter. I understand.
posted by fiestawizard at 2:30 PM
1 Comments:
analagous to the 197th post, also.
myron is drawn in such a way that i am indeed drawn to him BUT of course nurse wu has also made his own impression. yes, his, of course.
now.
your metaphors have become deeply embedded in my consciousness and unconsciousness, and perhaps the collective unconscious (of the world). or will be. are becoming. or have tapped into, time and time again. mission accomplished?
well, carry on, then. (allow me to retire myself to the enclosed sanctuary for the evening, to be more or less alone with my thoughts and also with some x-men graphic novels.)
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