2) here's my extreme mint antiseptic mouth rinse.
MIKE: Being sent spanking back to poverty, we expected scenes like this. One feels that the windy neighborhoods are more exposed to the way the planet spins. We may have used this cutting edge pool robot for two seasons. It needs a little tightening of screws. Come and see us in our new location: Mountain Hill Wheeled Estate Homes for Those who Can't Get a Loan. You know the route.
RESPONDER [well-off immigrant/ other race]: Well I see that the Morbo T2 cannot crawl on your slatted floor. Fish out of water so to speak. I think I'll leave my wife in the car, as we are outside the range of tweet. And you live here? All week?
MIKE: Yes, out of sorts. It's where we are put, we. And I hope that you'll be happier with the T-4.
RESPONDER [couldn't be more than first gen dog eater]: You know, I didn't figure out until like the 10th lawyer that they want to be the judge and you have to make an argument there, on the cold call. You must be a performer, a courtroom savant and courtesan. Nothing bureaucratic can save you now. Nothing bureaucratic can save you ever until it's already too late. In the real jungle, there is only jungle, jungle acoustics. Prolly not, but one day a kid in career apparel with an electronic pen might attempt to trace a pattern in the trees on his tablet screen that looks something like a thing you said as one would lazily outline a Sears in a grainy black and grey satellite square. If you respond automatically as the powerless, suspicious consumer taking supervisors' names, you will get played, and it won't be fair. The Better Business Bureau is only a fun house mirror lane for we sillies with kid thoughts. In the same way, you won't sell heck with your take it or leave it to beaver snide attack. We live in a world of ideas, missy.
MIKE: Of course you're aware it includes a remote control, and the gentleman selling it in the back of NYRB still has access to filtered water. N' prolly dry ice. Must be nice. Need to be chemically burned to feel fresh? Walk out that door. Frame. Or fork over less than thirty percent of the original purchase price with none of the hassle and call it your. Morbo T-2.
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One question about indigenous pronunciation: "Is?"
ReplyDeletePhyllis's proofreading crisis of the week: how to correctly express a fleeting racist thought in the mind of a disenfranchised hegemony?
ReplyDeleteFirst we went with "dog eater" because it perhaps could pass as a "generic" racist slur for an alternate universe where other races could be called poopy-heads for all we know or condemned for bathing indoors, and we liked the rancid sound of it because it's a rancid accusation for a middle chanker even if accurate. It got spit back out by the MPS as "too specific targeting nationality/ race." Then we changed it to "mud eaters" but that still seems anti-perceived-as-gay to us because of all the shit-eating propaganda put out by Colorado Springs during the Bush years. And now we wonder if the Preservation Society legal team is even aware of the world of shit they may be in now with the GLADL. We're leaving "mud" with these caveats until YKW comes up with something better.
ReplyDeleteChgbk to "dog" to correspond w/ original righteous intent and value of bitches in this blog.
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