On Ubix, a billion light-years from earth, lives an issue of blob-like creatures of diverse colors. Because the Ubixians have pea-sized gelatinous brains, they believed their gods cursed the yellow blobs. (no one knew how this rumor began). The greens make up the elite stratum, being considered high-born. The inhabitants are yellow or green on their pink planet, with a million shades between. Yet they developed an elaborate practice of favoring or disfavoring each other depending on their greenish or yellowish hue. They told proverbs that directed their offspring to accept their chromatic lot in life. Parents of globby greens would make annual sacrifices to the Ubixian gods, praying that their offspring would grow up solely to slime with other greens. The gods forbid that a yellow should slide in with them. Folklore has it that the chief god of Ubix visited incognito as one of them. It took on a yellow blob form. The greens and many yellows (those who capitulated to the cultural lies) rejected the yellow appearing god-glob. The cloaked god was both amused and saddened by the blind ignorance of the planet’s occupants. After all, it had produced them as both colors. The olive and yellow officers nabbed the god, who looked just a worthless yellow blob, and squished the yellow ooze out of it until it died. But a god blob can’t stay flat, so it reconstituted itself and went back to its celestial home. Now, if any Ubixian realizes they are both yellow and green at their core–(just like the god-blob), they are ready to molt. These uplifted blobs expand into a new continuation where neither yellow, green, nor any other distinction could isolate them. They are on equal foot stems, connected to the god blob, and precursors of Ubixian cultural insight.
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Probed! Probed! butts holding phones -- Vibrating, gyrating in Game-Boy tones Bluetooth in your car -- pods on the ear -- anal probed, you are by a jones severe robocalls make insane advertisements by the stream to microwave your brain with a radioactive beam. Sound! Sound! Tails you around -- a relentless bloodhound. (& to it, you are bound!) Satellites in the sky -- Towers on the earth -- Big Brother's prying eye your children owned from birth & what is this worth? Vapid talk all the time? a communication dearth Used to cost a dime.
The omega dog must nuzzle the alpha's rump for scraps. Sycophants prostrate with secret sneers, groveling into rank - flattering to fondle. Obsequious opportunists are petri dish parasites who also once tongued the alpha's toads; Dough-faced clowns with brown noses, lap-dogging in tail-lifting smell-feasts, snappily smiling— slavishly sniveling— sneaking into the good graces of those, they deem delicious to betray, & finally, dominate— A word game was used to learn the word obsequious. But in this season of political hucksters, obsequiousness is easily observed with smarmy scientists and technocrats heeling too, nosed.
edgy like a raging wedgie got my shorts in a wad, ride over you roughshod i can be a clod a bull in a china shop give you a karate chop - chop-chop, so you better stop it - it's time to drop it ...understand? before i get outa hand and i blow a gasket putting you in a casket a-tisket a-tasket go to hell in a hand basket best not risk it don't be a sh*t biscuit when my temper goes south i use my potty-mouth (*cuz i'm low on wit but i'll never admit it) opening a can-o-whoop-ass yours will be grass you better not trespass on me, who you can't figure i got a hair-trigger thinking my boys are bigger no tact or diplomacy cuz i'm crapulent, u see? gives me flatulency a leaky one i'm no fun tear you a new one so yuz better run