DEVOLUTION DOUCHEBAG STYLE:
“PROUD BOY” STYLE
"NEPHILIM" STYLE
WIKI - AVERAGE HEIGHT WORLDWIDE:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
Long ago I briefly spoke to a woman
The "whatever you do don't stare" Han Solo
* Beards and man-buns growing in opposite
* For a couple of years too many cosplay guys
Reflective of nothing in particular:
https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_
12/2024, 7.0 from Turkey vs 2.07 from India:
Tall people are no longer considered unusual.
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" and likely
the mother of another…
…woman of average height mentioned
elsewhere in this blog. Whose tall son I saw
in a LES drinking establishment with my
family’s name out-front. How possible?
Not another coincidence. .
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?
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 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?
* “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.
Now owned by Abu Dhabi Investment
Authority. Next to a smaller glass IBM add-on.
In the book Met Life tower was a residential
bunkbed co-op with sky bridges overlooking a
flooded 2140 Manhattan up to the Bronx.
* Yeaterdays distressed holes in the jeans 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 walks super
aggressively and jumping out of a 23rd St hotel
lobby. Inches from my stride daring me to
step on the backs of his shoes. Which I did
the last time it happened. “Flooding the zone.”
* In a neighborhood loaded with gyms, Adderal,
AAS roids, meth, Evening and Morning Star senior temperance ladies, LDS, JW. Masonic and otherwise unidentified cosplay gays pretended “sincere”
attraction to skin tags in the corners of my eyes.
* Vacillating between desperation and deviance.
What goes on in the Religious Nationalist Trump
NPD cray-cray? With their Renfield Steve Bannon
bug-eating omni-sexual cosplaying vassals?
* Paying me fake sneaker complements on
subway platforms before pretending to threaten
with a dental pick. Sneaker comments on subways,
twice in dermatology offices, in bars. Just random
everything everywhere stupid *coincidance.*
Subway guy had a large “J” tattoo on the back
of his hand. Weeks later I get a hand written note
from the Jehovah Witnesses with a nearby return
address. I tore it up w/o reading after viewing a
few YT stalking videos by ex-JW adherents.
The return address on the envelope? A blank
wall. Then weeks later? Kingdom Hall in worldly
gold letters. No windows? Lutheran seminary
and a Catholic Church nearby.
* Falun Gong, Epoch Times, Black Hebrews
and an original 1870’s Freemason Lodge are also
nearby. Where a lots of “flood the zone” bs happens.
* Including events on 23rd Street the night after
J6, 2021. No Jim Carrey Illuminutty jokes needed.
Dark humor reality is bad *enuff.*
* The latter groups are known for trying to mix
in with everyday proles. LDS Mormon’s sold
their Chelsea townhouse? To a psychiatrist?
* For a couple of years too many cosplay guys
and women took on deliberately fake coded
imposter vocal fry, ‘mission control’ speech
patterns. Online and off.
* much worse than Elizabeth Holmes: https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Holmes
Born in 1984, “serious researcher” fraudster Holmes attracted many Republican investors like Henry
Kissinger, George Shultz, Schultz’s son, General
Mattis, Betsey DeVos, Ruppert Murdoch.
* I saw Holmes in Mad Sq Park years ago.
Recognizable and forgettable. Now serving
humanity in prison. Pending appeals.
* Her planned pregnancy didn’t get her off.
Liz to be pardoned by Trump? Ed Snowden?
Putin, Netanyahu cheering the Trump Elon narrow popular vote win. Kash Patel FBI Chief? Hah!
* CVS, Rite Aid, Duane Reed drug stores replaced
by liquor and juul smoke shops. In what used to be
the densest residential/ employment area in NYC.
* As if awaiting Republicans to come charging
over the hill to rescue “women’s and chillins”
from smoke shop kratum and strong weed.
* I wouldn’t know one smoke ship rug drug from
another. I don’t smoke anything, no prescriptions,
no aspirin, much less ordering anything except
boring internet vitamins. My intentional
misspellings and grammar are my poof.
My Asian PC MD’s only prescriptions were
asthma steroid sprays. For mild asthma. He
pretended professional insult when I told him I
was non-compliant due to keto coffee. I only
needed emergency sprays a few times a year.
Now zero times a year. Which is supposed to be impossible because asthma cannot be relieved.
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. 2022
Covid blood clots on my foot complicated things.
Now gone except for a big toe mess.
* Things were moving toward the stable end of
the continuum in 2015. Then came Trump
chaos and the 2020 COVID-19 disaster made
worse by deliberate Trump Kushner inaction/
sabotage vs 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. None come close to describing
Fight Club outdated metaphoric reality.
* Deliberately toxic and nasty women?
Or the extreme opposite as in, “Yes sir,
you're the boss, anything you say.” Which
“very reasonably” cycles into its opposite mode.
Reflective of nothing in particular:
* Loud nearby conversations in food halls either
in gibberish Engmush or like Ben Shapiro robo
language software modules in adderall fast-forward.
No alcohol inspired auditory HAL-lucination needed.
* For too long, lots of "Dios De Los Muertos"
cartel skull snake tattoos and clothing designs were
worn on the street apart from Halloween.
* Occasional "dead air" effects like air sucked
out of the ear during an old medical ear exam.
Or Maxwell Smart’s "Cone of Silence.”
* With certain females the opposite occurred.
A sharp point of focus in the brain.
* Like a brief “cerebral spinal flush” when
internal house lights briefly switched on. With
a split second internal image of a huge grasshopper.
(CRF had www animated illustrations. No longer)
* whether sober, drunk or super drunk, I never
have and never will be physically/ verbally nasty.
* Even after making it super convenient for a few
“providers” and fraternity ex-cops to show who
and what cowards they are by stating otherwise in
permanent medical records. Provoking stares by disbelieving healthcare administrative staff when
my current persona presents itself.
They lied the first time and tripled down the
last time. By passing out I made it super easy.
* Ripping my clothes and then my face. And
getting away with it.
* Physical and psych waterboarding torture in
variety and monotony.
* Overamplified penguin-walk gym guys.
(Tin Men)
* Nobody’s p-p-per-perfect. Especially me.
I don't have a need for normalcy or need
people to look like me. Especially when
drinking beer, wine, sake, coffee…
which don’t agree. (Provoking bad poetry)
I don’t want people to look like Tru-man
Burbank of The Truman Show. And certainly
not like TCL Tru-mp Cowardly Lion, Lying King.
Trump gets away with saying in effect…
‘don't dare laugh at my bone-spur military
deferment, or my cranial reticulum inverted
magical surgical scalp. Or my clementine
saffron spray-tan complexion that elected me, DJT,
Emperor of the US Casino Laundry Club for life.’
(“Y’all got that-there TDS, Trump Derangement Syndrome acronym acrimony going on?”)
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