End of the Road

(Genre: Language.. Arts..(?))

Classmate #1: I’m angry!
Classmate #2: Me too, why is that!?
Classmate #1: He could have said “conclude” but he chose to say “deduce”!
Teacher: What the..? Shut up!!
Classmate #3: They’re trying to focus. Shhhh!!
Teacher: Every time!!

The administrator walks in..

Administrator: How come these children keep failing your course Mr. Shitballs?
Teacher: Because they came out of some dickfuck who couldn’t control himself!
Administrator: Mr. Shitballs, must we now send you into another wormhole..?
Teacher: What the.. I don’t even.. Whatever..!?

The end..

Frame of Reference

As for decreasing chances of pain and suffering,
If the translators were more trustworthy..?
Would there be less political dysfunction..?
And I just,
Yes I no one “asked” but to be honest,
I feel that,
Sometimes,
Our ability of language,
Needs to broaden our frame of reference,
Starting from an earlier age,
No..?
Okay then,
Why?
Mr. Brand name,
Mr. Insurance agent,
Mr. “It’s all my fault”!?

Just Don’t take this Personally

(Genre: Language Arts 👍)

Employee #1: So what is this person trying to open up..?
Employee #2: Yeah, why is he truly asking if we’re “alright”!?
Employee #1: I don’t know, why don’t you tell me!?
Narrator: These rhymes are addicting.. Gah!!

Narrator: Some new powerful forces have caught my—
BOSS: Shut up! They’re watching us!!
Employee #2: Okay, okay, now everyone just—
Employee #3: Shhhhhh!!

BOSS: GET BACK TO WORK!!

And then, the side effects of the Boss’s sale, came to get him, before he was kidnapped, and taken to the highest roof of Miami, where he was forced to dance, all because he couldn’t keep his “light” energy in his pants..

(Credits: ..nevermind.., I don’t know, stay safe in California I suppose..(?))

Laugh or Degenerate

Meanwhile, in a nursing home..

Old man #1: Who took my guitar!?
Nurse #1: Sir, you’re disturbing the peace!
Old man #2: It is called creative expression!
Old man #3: More like discrimination against elders!
Old man #4: He can’t laugh or he’ll die!
Old man #5: Just let him fart his ass to the moon!
Old man #1: That’s not how gravity works!
Nurse #2: I don’t even know what I’m doing..?
Old man #1: Who hired you!?
Nurse #1: Well if you just kindly keep your mouth shut I can help you!

Meanwhile, as someone passes away.. the TV comes on, and grades become even more inflated, emotions more dysregulated, and then, the narcissistic writer loses all hope and does a sex change, and here is the source;

(Film: Mary Poppins, When: Then End, I hope this is the correct URL: Nevermind)

In the Game

I feel that;
And speaking in GENERAL,

The MORE our emotions distract us,
And the MORE our emotions look to blame,
The MORE our emotions,
look to play,
our worst hands,
in the game,

Wow,
Don’t those two above stanzas,
appear as some form of big dick energy,
prepared to launch a missile all as a result of not getting laid..?

Wow,
It’s like,
Who else is going to become targeted,
Who is going to brainwash others into killing,
All because of embarrassment,
Because he/she/they sharted?

Just Thoughts

My thoughts pass as Chads stroll through the park, “Oh the places” they’ll bang,
Creds,
Dr. Seuss,
“Huhhh?”

My thoughts,
are like punching bags,
Always looking to bring me down,
“Wait what?”,

My thoughts are like,
“Hey!! Shut Up!!”,

My thoughts,
Feelings and/or both,
Are always trying to take me with them,
Yet instead of allowing them to drag me under,
They can remain in the brig,
As I,
Breach,
On..
Um,
Nevermind,

Because they’re just thoughts

The Door Man

(Disclaimer: I am not responsible for the actions, nor choices that manifest on the surface of any other individual’s lived experience who happen to read this.),

(Genre: I’m not really sure to be honest..),

Meanwhile, in a far off and remote experimentation district..

Insurance Agent #1: I’m trying to help.
Insurance Agent #2: You’re not helping!
Insurance Agent #1: I’m trying to help!
Doctor: Dudes, chill!
Insurance Agent #1: Doc come on man, how much money are we calculating here?
Doctor: Well if you idiots were watching the door man, we wouldn’t be having this problem!!
Insurance Agent #2: Got it..
Doctor: Now would you please..
Insurance Agent #3: Don’t open the door!!
Doctor: Who the f*ck hired.. Gahhhh!!
Insurance Agent #4: Oh shit he’s dead!!
Doctor: You idiots, you freaking idiots!!

The doctor shakes his head and walks back to researching..

Doctor: We’re done.. I can’t.. this is.. wow.

First Impression Gullibility

(Request: This is FICTION so please try NOT to take it personally, thanks!!),

Meanwhile, in a far and unknown commercial district location..

Person #1: He can’t help it!
Person #2: No, he can help it..
Person #1: How do you know?
Person #2: Because when no one is around, the guy harasses people, and we work a very high pressure job. Therefore, if we’re screwing up as a result of him being a pain in the ass, it’s not fair towards us to get blamed for messing up when we’re forced to remain working with him!
Person #1: But you didn’t answer my question!
Person #2: And you don’t understand what I keep trying to tell you!
Person #1: What the f*ck don’t I understand!?
Person #2: Well if you just.. chill out and allow me to finish I’ll tell you.

Person #1 deeply inhales, exhales, then allows Person #2 to continue talking..

Person #2: Look, he’s good at first impressions, and people who meet him for 5 minutes think he’s all kind, polite and nice. However, when he spots you all alone, he changes..
Person #1: But now you’re judging him and you say to “not judge others”.
Person #2: It’s because he’s killing me.. It’s probably because we’re understaffed which is why my boss—
Person #1: But this isn’t about your boss, this is about you!
Person #2: You’re not even—
Person #1: I’m listening, yet you go around blaming others for your own—
Person #2: Bullshit! He’s harassing me! And people meet him for five minutes and they think “he’s fine”.
Person #1: Oh pfff, who said that?
Person #2: Wow, I thought you cared, and now.. look, point is, it’s the—
Person #1: Yes, yes, it’s the “implication” but specifically what does he do?
Person #2: You know—
Person #1: It sounds like you don’t.
Person #2: Because you’re not letting me finish.. Look, I’m ten years older than him, I’m not giving him free rides, nor providing free counseling sessions for him to come up to me and call me “sport” while doing dance moves in return.. You—
Person #1: But he can’t—
Person #2: No, he can help it, he has a girlfriend, he.. probably hasn’t even read the second amendment and he owns guns.. I’m not saying—
Person #1: Then what are you saying..?
Person #2: That unless you can prove to me that his individual life “misfortunes” are all “my fault”, then you can say I’m “wrong”.. I am just so—
Person #1: Don’t curse please.
Person #2: Oh.. you don’t understand, you don’t understand at all.

Once the shift ends, Person #2 becomes gunned down by an assault rifle, then he tries to take the gun away while forgetting he’s a ghost. Then, the young man who he tried to warn others about rides off with his weapon.. Well, what can ya do..?

((I don’t even know if I’m allowed to cite this because some people reading this might feel it’s “sarcasm” and even if someone claims it “is”, who truly cares!?) CREATIVE Inspiration Credits (This is (evidently) not in a standard academic citation format); Song: “Ghost Riders In the Sky”, Lead Vocalist as for this one song: Johnny Cash, Group: The Highwaymen; Willie Nelson, Kris Kristofferson, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Release Year: 1979, YouTube Channel: Johnny Cash, URL: https://youtu.be/3LtmZM0OWO8?si=jSEZSpMDlnoJfYOj))

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Drunken “Truth”

If someone believes that the most “truth”,
is “said” when “drunk”,
then wouldn’t that person be implying that the most “drunk” person is the most “intelligent”..?

And IF that “is” the “implied” statement,
THEN,

Is it a “fair” question to ask that individual,
“are you drunk?”,

For real,
Why are people judged when under the influence of saying what they truly do NOT mean..?

I don’t understand,
I don’t,

And no,
I am NOT drunk