FRY DAY the 13th of DEE SEMBER
part the second
SUhrEEl METel drahMAH
Yesterday we finished talking about how Chinese search engines are a
decent change from Google. I typically go with Baidu. There is much
misunderstanding about their Eastern culture. I remember An Idiot Abroad being
made an idiot abroad of because he was eating crisps instead of their local
cuisine. A packet of Wotsits, instead of a cooked Tarantula, determined him the
weird one. He sat on a bench being the odd one out looking gloomy. Personally,
I used to have a lot of fear about the Orient, but aside from repressive
policies and freedom of expression restrictions, not to mention mass hangings
and shooting squads, they do a jolly catchy sing-a-longy very-dancy revamp of
Michael Jackson’s hit song Beat it (1982).
Pinky promise and hope to die, you’ll be impressed. My socks were blown
off, it lifted my spirits so high. It’s been the worst few months of my life,
so I needed cheering up.
I’ve lost so much this year, I’ll tell you all about it up the road somewhere, just as soon as I’ve skippered us crosswise over these meanderin’ seas with junctions in ‘em, ahoi ole captain, pass me the rum. Aye, my ways have been hairy n scary of late, snakes and no ladders everywhere, misleading turnpikes and backwards roundabouts, slippery slopes and foot-[hold]-less quagmires of quicksand. I’ve been surviving the
*7nth Cir(c)le ⃝f h∑LL*
for years thus far, but that was with a lot of divine intervention. What I’ve had stolen, lost or flung away involve exclusive universities for smarty pants children who were psychically being privately educated by the more elevated types of my broadcasted thought waves; assemblies of Iraqi war-survivor children in school classes on a hollowed-out coach owned by Pepsi-Cola, of all people, called
֍ the HOPE βus
and last
but not least an
angel
which, because
I took my eye off the ball, met the almost impossible fate (almost impossible
for me to deal with) of being skinned alive by the Dark One. That angel was a
Father’s Joy. I wrote about her on the blogspot in May last year. You can find
it here
https://piebald77.blogspot.com/2025/05/nightmare-with-angel.html
My life, despite these rough waters, is now all about second chances and retribution. I’m trying to stay creative, as being crafty is a buffer against the harsh reality of the cosmos. Being creative keeps us occupied, in a current climate where the Eternal Snickering Footman (that sod who hurt my angel) makes much work of idle thumbs. My digits, for too long now, have been steeped in the procrastinating bondage of self-abuse. Masturbatory psychosis, and all of that shite. Time to change things up.
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