Has the same significance to a music distributor, as cans have to the paranormal. Because without which the entities would be significantly impaired…if you will. As I would have the pleasure of running into a regular at my headquarters about a year ago, whom was standing in the lobby dressed up like an ss guard; with a full length, green coat… and some knee high combat boots. Which would serve to make this 80 y/o can look ridiculous in–as having been privy to the masquerade antics of these upstanding patriots???. I Couldn’t help but comment in a post the next day of how their actions, were much in line with that of a prostitute. With respect to the way they seemingly punch a clock everyday, to journey to my headquarters and engage in the type of nonessential activities; that are befitted of those whom have no dignity or self respect for themselves… or something to that effect. Which would serve to roll off that senior citizen, 80 y/o cans back like the water from a shower. As he would remark the next day when I came in ,of how he was gonna keep living. Utilizing the abstract communication tactic adapted by the perveyers, where they project their voice and posture in the direction of an imaginary entity that they are obviously talking to loong before you came on the scene…. As one learns from extensive contact with these subjects, that it’s all about that shell.
Nevertheless, I was perplexed as to the illogical sense of his comments, with respect to the non-essential, propaganda;that is a major contributing factor to the collateral damage ravaging our society. That exhibits the characteristics of a1500 mile, cruise missle, guided by a model airplane remote with a range of ten miles. Which really doesn’t do you or anybody else any justice, to endorse this type of technology that doesn’t have you’re best interest at heart either. However, I could actually understand why a cowardly subordinate could embrace… what could ONLY be understood. By those that whom actually enjoy the relative peace afforded one, by operating within the boundaries of these controlled environments. And at the same time find it frustrating as hell to be discriminated against by you’re own kind, while trying as hard as you CAN to justify this that you know don’t make no dxxn sense to yourself. While desperately trying to sell it to you’re subject, whom will not even entertain you’re foolishness… but instead laughs at you’re utterly subordinative compliance to nonsense which obviously shamed this person whom I never saw again. Although, I couldn’t possibly think of WHY, but for the sake of empathy… I’m gonna TRY today.
As I would experience a situation like this about 30 years ago, in my ice cream buisness. Which I started with a white 79′ , chevy van… a tiny chest freezer; from mom’s basement. That didn’t even work no more… I had to fix it, and an friends old refrigerator that I layed of the floor of the van, so I could open and close it like a chest freezer. Which I didn’t have, nor the money to get the proper sized one. Therefore ,I made due with what I had… which in rhetrospect worked just fine, as the modified use of the refrigerator was just as efficient with dry ice as a chest freezer would have been, despite it’s unorthodoxed look. Which I would get the unsolicited… thank you very much, opinion of one day. From a silly gassed, jigga; like the character :”Chris Tucker” played in the classic, “Friday”. After he came to the van one day to allegedly buy something, but after asking what you got in there and nosily forcing a view thru the window. That jigga went to laughing; in the most outrageous, hoppity,skip… and I think he even rolled in the grass like he was on fire. N, jumped back up and skipped and jumped down the street… laughing hysterically along the way. As if he’d had some pcp, crack,meth and ajax, while I made a U turn and went the other way. Needless to say, the next day I brought me a pretty ,white sears kenmore for 100 bucks… as at that time I probably had a stack at my disposal, but didn’t see a need to fix what was working fine until I ran into dude. N, ya’ll already know I ain’t never go down that street no more, as that jigga hurt my feelings. However, it would seem that time heals all wounds, as this must be how that jigga felt when I commented on his behavior. Although, it would seem that if this is humiliating for yourself, that you’d adapt another outlook on life like I got a new used freezer… but I wouldn’t expect any new anything to take hold no time soon, as integrity is a process and mine ain’t for sale,rent,lease,borrow,etc. #pointblankperiod #whateveritsalreadyinthecomplaintandwillbreflectedinmyescrow