Thursday, March 5, 2015

Stirred up the nest.

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Didn't know what that was like.  Allies to the end, for some.  When you stomp, or seem to stomp, the king bee, the nest swirls.  No problems.  My allergies have been overcome, I have a flyswatter, and I still don't give a shit.  If it was him, so be it.  I have been doing this since I was a child and I am quite happily still here.  The little barbs they try to use to poke me into rage merely tickle.  I have noticed that the weapons of choice, from child to man, are the ones they fear... the ones that can hurt them.  I learned long ago how to take those from these weak-willed creatures, and turn them on them.  Let's see if their convictions are supported by their willing to 'go there'.  Beta's, can smell it on them.  Weak.  Now I understand what others have gone through when stomping, wrongly or rightly, on that ant pile.  Though, from the smell of it, I am thinking purely alpha.  No sigma to the man.  Just as collective as what he suggests he is against.  *grins*  Don't play with ogres, children.  You'll only get hurt.

Oh, no worries.  Just noted a bunch of carp lying on the beaches, rotting in the sun.  Makes no difference to me.  Free bait, I can save my worms for another time.  I'm used to stink, it's the greater of men's production.  From babe to man, it is his greatest accomplishment, odious as that may be.  If you want to attack, try so directly.  Or... was that as direct as it gets?  Sissies. 

This is fun!  It's been a while.  The first time was in third grade.  While my classmates couldn't, even all combined or in small groups, get what they believed were their dues, they sent sixth graders to extract their dues and ended up with even less.  Still, now, they don't have elders to send.  No bigger boys.  I will not relent.  Not an ounce.  If your effort is to be acceptable to those you say are wrong, just to get a little edge in the pack of dogs, then don't go out in my country.  Wolves have ever been more potent than mere dogs, alone or together.  And, in some ways, we are never alone.  True, your worldly ways will win... in the short run.  But I have gone beyond myself, and this world.  Stick with this world and you will be... stuck with this world.  Choices.

2 comments:

  1. I tuned out from boredom of that place long ago now, so I have no idea what this is about.

    Endless petty wars against gamma figures...really? Is that what the Mighty Sigma is all about? Feh. I have other matters to attend.

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  2. While I think a pissing contest was in effect, I think also that the hounds were feeding and leading at times as well. Still, a story, a song, and a vision seem to have, probably, brought the event to a close. If I can still hear the baying, it is becoming much more distant. Tasty morsels... for worms. Too scrawny for my effort. :p

    Never to worry, I felt a sting so jumped in and played like ogres do. And... I... I didn't realize it was a pack event, mind you. Not that it matters. *swat*

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