DEVOLUTION DOUCHEBAG STYLE:
GEORGE SANTOS “PROUD BOY” STYLE
"NEPHILIM" STYLE
WIKI - AVERAGE HEIGHT WORLDWIDE:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
Long ago I briefly spoke to a woman
And it will be said, "well, of course tall
The "whatever you do don't stare"
* Beards and man-buns growing in opposite
* For a couple of years too many guys
* A seemingly rehearsed nonstop standup
Reflective of nothing in particular:
* Too many street people (Scarecrows)
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
Tall people do not usually qualify for mention.
I'm six foot and not considered short or tall.
Each generation gets taller.
Long ago I briefly spoke to a woman
at the Chelsea Market in NYC probably
in her 70's, easily over 6' 4" who I knew
to be the mother of another…
…woman of average height mentioned
elsewhere in this blog. Whose son I saw
in a LES drinking establishment with my
family’s name out-front. How possible?
I don’t ask.
The grandmother was the only one I’ve
ever spoken to in that age group and of
that height which means it happens and who cares?
And it will be said, "well, of course tall
people stand out and are noticed and so what?"
I stood between two 6’ 8” blonde women
in the Columbus Circle Whole Foods
on the day I got my second Covid-19
Moderna vaccine. Right after that I
spoke with two 6’ Italian brunettes
across the street who saw my vax
button and proclaimed, “Jesus is our
vaccine.” I didn’t laugh or stare but
they stuck out their jaws as if pulling my leg.
The "whatever you do don't stare"
Han Solo warning showed up in several
separate Star Wars movies that occurred
just before Solo and company entered
the Star Wars Intergalactic “Maz Cantina.”
Was this the movie zeitgeist hinting of
what was to come? Not to a galaxy far far
away, but as normalized extremes of our
earth based everyday? Like Noah, we’re
the giant Nephilim girls signaling a future
climate change? Yup. Nope! Maybe?
* I was reading “2140 New York” by
one of Obama’s favorite writers,
Kim Stanley Robinson. The beginning
takes place on 23rd St, NYC with the
Metropolitan Life tower as residential
bunkbed co-op with sky bridges overlooking
a flooded NYC up to the Bronx.
*The distressed holes in the jeans
female effect are like the beginning
of Salman Rushdie's, “Midnight's Children”
where a village female in India attracts her
man by wearing a sheet with all the
main areas covered but with holes
everywhere else. Rushdie is still with us
after a Muslim extremist attempted fatwah.
* Beards and man-buns growing in opposite
directions, half mast soggy bottom sweatpants.
* Deliberate blindside bumping in stores or on
near empty sidewalks.
* Amplified 6’ 4” white guy tweakers
walking super aggressively while cutting
directly in front in Whole Foods or jumping
out of hotel lobbies on on 23rd St.
Inches from my stride daring me to step
on them. Which I did the last time it
happened. In a neighborhood loaded
with gyms, Adderal, AAS roids, meth,
Evening Star temperance ladies, LDS,
JW, Black Hebrews and a 1/2 block long
Masonic Freemason NYC building right
across the street from where a lot of weird
stuff described above and below seem to happen.
The latter five known for trying to mix in
with everyday proles. Townhouse JW bethel
a few blocks away? Yup. With new “worldly”
gold letter “Kingdom Hall” facade. LDS sold
their Chelsea townhouse?
* For a couple of years too many guys
and women took on a deliberately fake
vocal fry, ‘mission control’ coded imposter
syndrome speech pattern. Online and off.
* A seemingly rehearsed nonstop standup
comedy act seen for a few months and
replaced by something else. Is it periodic?
“Three Body Problem?” Yin/ Yang
balance followed by relative chaos?
Or possibly drug fads whose effects
take time to circulate. When meth,
fentanyl opioids, tranc cause too many
to OD or go into rehab a new drug and
new modes of behavior circulate with a
younger newer set.
* What’s the latest? Prescription Elon
ketamine? Synthetic weed and cheap
meth have been around for years.
(“Hey, bidness is bidneth.”)
* CVS, Rite Aid, Duane Reed drug stores
disappear while liquor and juul smoke shops
are everywhere. In what used to be the densest
residential and employment area of NYC.
As if awaiting Republicans to come charging
over the hill to rescue “women’s and chillins”
from smoke shop merch.
* I wouldn’t know one drug from another.
I don’t smoke anything, no prescriptions
or OTC drugs much less ordering anything
except boring vitamins off the internet.
No Walmart/ Costco vitamins, no smoke
shop or Fox News CBD gummies or kratom.
These days I don’t mix the grain and the grape.
* Things were moving toward the stable
end of the continuum in 2015 and
then came Trump chaos and the 2020
COVID-19 disaster made worse by
deliberate Trump Kushner inaction/
sabotage exceeding typical Republican
2005 Katrina ineptitude.
* Signaling what? Any description of
extremes like these can easily be
dismissed as subjective mood swings
and sour grape depressive projections.
Not even close.
* Deliberately toxic and nasty women?
Or the extreme opposite as in, “Yes sir,
you're the boss, anything you say.” Which
cycles into its opposite mode.
Reflective of nothing in particular:
* Loud nearby conversations in food
halls either in gibberish Engmush or like
robo-software Ben Shapiro language modules
in adderall fast-forward.
* For too long, lots of "Dios De Los Muertos"
cartel skull tattoos and clothing designs apart
from Halloween.
* Occasional "dead air" effects. Like air
sucked out of the inner ear during a medical
ear exam.
Or Maxwell Smart’s "Cone of Silence.”
* With certain females the opposite occurred.
A sharp zero point of focus in the brain.
* Like a brief “cerebral spinal flush” when
internal house lights briefly switch-on. With
a split second internal image of a huge grasshopper.
No PD stun gun electricity needed.
Not normally subject to visual or tactile
imaginings of the “all natural” or of the
drug or alcohol induced variety.
* Too many street people (Scarecrows)
on fentanyl on Manhattan streets and subways.
* In fall weather, no-shirt guy holds a subway
door for me. I pass no-shirt a few days later,
turn around and slip him $5 for his trouble.
* Overdeveloped over-amped (Tin Men)
with arms swinging robot style in front
instead of at their sides.
* Visual and psych waterboarding in
variety and monotony.
Nobody’s p-p-per-perfect.
Especially me. I don't have
a need for normalcy or want
people to look or act like me.
Especially when drinking coffee…
which doesn’t agree. (Provoking bad poetry)
I don’t want people to look like Tru-man
Burbank of The Truman Show and certainly
not like Tru-mp Cowardly Lion, Lying King.
Trump in effect, saying,
‘don't dare laugh at my bone-spur military
deferment, my magical surgical hair or spray-tan clementine saffron complexion that elected me,
Trump, Emperor of the US Laundry Club for life.’
Trump/ *ucker, Vivek or Mad Marge VP’s in 2024?
Haley/ Joe Rogan? Kan*Ye*/ Cornel West?
Candace Owens/ Kandiss Taylor? RFKJr/ Elon’s
very rich ex-girlfriend?
How possible? Not even the opposite of possible?
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