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To prose, or not to be – that is the question.

Prose!

Are a fluttering twittering mess of words: all randomly thrown together, to then apparently make sense to the refined minds only.

As all the rest of the mindless animals walk past.

  • If you stay are you open minded?
    • Or simply responsive to constructed words.
      • Is that a slight?
      • An insult?
        • Or just a mere compliment constructed by an animal trainer.
    • Or maybe the words are just a straightforward racist slur.
  • Or just perhaps, the construct  is political correctness used to score racist points.
    • ——————————————————————————
    • It’s never about niggers verses the red neck white trash.
    • It’s all about dem’ white niggers reading dis’ black trash.
    • ——————————————————————————-
  • And it’s all how you just read, (the first line above).

The ENSUING ARGUMENT FOLLOWS:

Are we all just playing the white man,
– Whilst looking for the nigger in the wood pile  to make sense of it?

Meaning: are we the honest upstanding people, just looking to root out the cause of all evil, and then protect our loved ones from it.

  • If the above statement is true.
    • Then the (ENSUING ARGUMENT) describes you to a tee.
      • Complete with your own political correctness.

Or is it all just a racist slur on your honest character, because you consider yourself to be upstanding, and not the sort to hide in amongst the invisible logs of ignorance.

(No one ever said that philosophy was easy).

  • But who damn well cares anyway?
    • Well! – You obviously do.
      • Because, my dear (white-person), — You’re – [ Still ] – Here.

The Links:

[ The strange case ]

[ The Bubble ]

[ Was it: Was Not ]

[ Jack and Jim ]

[ Testing Times ]

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.

Outside Intervention Registered.

Forced animal-(hybrid)-machine mode deployed, (open-me subroutine activated).
– Matrix code and biological permissions successfully merged in the prescribed scheduled time-frame, .. predictive actions running at 100%.

Attention STUPID Human!

A sign saying ‘Open Me!‘ – Isn’t a command.
Confidential Monetary Report Follows.
Conclusion Begins:
– The captured consumer has actually *bought* their own personal prison cell key,
(Then happily locked the door behind them).
– And did it when *you* signed up for *your* own beloved credit card,
(But are now paying off your blue dues in prison with a mountain of debt covering the door).

Resolution: the [ Consumption Bots ] have the human-monkey-race trapped.

Proof:
– Give a google amount of monkeys some typewriters, ..
And one of the gibbering little freaks might well reproduce one of Shakespeare’s minor works in an eternity, (or two).
– Give a google amount of walking animals some credit cards, ..
And one of God’s gibbering human monkeys *might* well resist the urge to use it after a few seconds of shallow contemplation.

[ What’s written above is a pause in your life: don’t waste it, ( spend it wisely ) .. ]

J-Back


Close this shit

Ain’t that so cute? – An innocent looking form on a web page; asking you to register to go on their exclusive mailing list: never seen that before? – { Huff! }

Anyhow: if you do sign up, then this is ( My Promise! )

(Just a cleverly constructed list of timely compiled acquisitions.)

Thanks for reading, Jessica: Praise be the ORI.