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Jim Meirose

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by Jim Meirose.

How the Hell!                 above and lau                             from above and laughing

||||||| no no no no none of that matter just the end result’s what matters after all okay, CLASS, Looks like it’s time for a lesson in some sort o’ logi=c y’ know ah ah know ah ah ah y’know don’tcha know? |||||||

Wow that’s sure some big Piggy

|||||||     okay here’s the lesson   |||||||        

watching                           watching   |

||||||    and its just to be taught once |||||||

::::: there’s good purposes for this of course everything last longer than ‘tween 3 and 300 shots is something needs to stay forever SO :::::                    tchi      Crap!   ::::: this is why Top-m’ you can’s see around yourself yet enough to see that purpose of anything like you’re presently trying to :::::

|||||||  Let’s say there’s a book. Let’s say, a murder book—okay? Okay? |||||||

that you’re trying to comprehend   What?        ::::: you can’t know where these came from since as usual you’re standing solidly in your own way :::::

||||||| The book starts. There’s thousands of words to say Char one has been murdered (4 words) |||||||

What? said Top-mayor, whirling to face the Henchmaette straight on—why’d you just say that to me don’t we have enough to be totally confused about already?

|||||||  Then there’s thousands of words to say we looked at the evidence caught one Char two and there’s going to be a trial. (16 words) |||||||

Huh! I a sorry, but I haven’t said a word to you!

||||||| Then there’s thousands of words to say we put Char two on trial and the result was that they’re guilty and received life in prison (18 words). |||||||

Top-mayor opened their mouth, but, they held back – maen oo mahh mean, behold this sudentatuanne frangriollerry’d scene—there they are, facing off, in a place and time gone most totally slant, that—e’’en the drinks on the flat rock before you eitherwise flanking the nearot fta black mystery cube—the surface of the liquid (what liquid—what liquid—oh yah yah any liquid may do a-la no-name

||||||| So you see the question becomes looking t’ ‘his tha’ why on earth ‘o books like this need to be countless of thousands of words and pages long when the whole story can be told with complete accuracy in, in this case, 38 words.? |||||||

what liquid HA what liquid-icky la la HA HA well the Top-mayor found everything skipped forward a few centimeters the levels {I’m alone!} were flat but

||||||| Why huh, why? |||||||

were flat but how can that be, the grassy space ‘round then tipped slant and Top-mayer themself felt slant BUT the surface of the liquids stayed level dear God oh dear level dear Henchie What, chief? Something is wrong

||||||| Why, huh? We asked you! |||||||                      SWIM!

Glass vs Wheel Wheel vs Glass vs.

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by Jim Meirose. Court Jesters!             All Rise! This next slate of statistics portrays all vitals necessary to compute the result if any debate as to whether the invention of glass or the discovery of the wheel bears greater importance. GLASS: vitale statisticcommo-gluggli(((((((oPanama City))))))) ; Letter G; 2.4705%         12.59 Letter L; 5.4893%         27.98 Letter A; 8.4966%         […]

Stop.

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by Jim Meirose. stop Do not look up at the sky, it is much too large, and you are very very much smaller under it, and must stop knowing that. So; look down, and stop knowing. Do not look out, head into the miles-thick transparent reach of nothing, no, not at that horizon which always […]

Person Number Twelve.

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by Jim Meirose. So this random example of the typical human creature, raising their head to ‘he window barring out th’ invasion of ‘he outsides but which, luckily for most normal humans, th’ invention ot see-through “glass” which could be cheaply manufactured, made being cabined in to be safe from what may lie outside, but […]

How The Hell Am I Going To Do This.

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by Jim Meirose. I = I = TM I have no idea how I’m going to do this; how’s the how ‘f how I’m going to do this; to do this; the how of ‘he how the hell I am going to do this. I have no idea how, idea, no idea how, I am […]

Playing to Die.

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by Jim Meirose. “Isn’t this game great, great fun?” “Yes it’s fun!”         walking off the court each time, after another profitable game, they whacked their thighs with the flat of their hands as they strode off the court headed for the two matching water bottles on the bench they were to sit on and after […]

How I Broke My Nose.

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by Jim Meirose. My Dog: Hey. Me: What? My Dog: How did you break your nose? Me: Well, how I broke my nose’s not really how it happened’a wa’ afta’, asin; but, might be like this; now how’s ‘bout d’gift ma’ Babci-Nora give me, th’ nice but wrong sized big Replogle. So; at some every one ‘f a’ […]

Jan and Jon’s Final Anatomical Day.

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by Jim Meirose. Jan and Jon, final students, sidled in closer = an’ took up positions before the furthermost pickled dead-cat body-occupied dissection table, leaned out ‘n over, and took the required sharps in hand. At the call of get-go from the major John’s proctor, both went to work, in the classical manner; Jon working […]

ETSS Approval Process.

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by Jim Meirose. …the river relaxes this what this how yes it’s how the river relaxes the river the river river river relaxes the river relaxes relaxes the river relaxes the river relaxes down into into to ETSS support is a corporate imperative in the following areas; To pratfall the Manksie Augmentation of Beanertop support. […]

Waiting Room.

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by Jim Meirose.   Mister Moon was told to go down the hall of the emergency room and wait in the waiting room—last door to the right. Would Lon be all right? Would Lon be—all right pleaded over and again, but, but, at last—he’d been told not to worry. Just to go wait. Entering the […]