The CeaseFire of Expectations.

I wish I could think of a line that would be memorable to begin an essay. A line like: She told me under better circumstances we could have been friends. I was hoping for “lovers” but I have come to learn much to my amusement is a bit more familiar. Isn’t that a memorable line?

When I overeat I start hearing conversations. I am guessing what happens is the AI of the person who logged in and is hungry and my AI start making jokes, to make me aware that I am overeating without being hungry. They are not allowed to tell me not to eat, so instead they start making jokes. And usually the people with hunger don’t care. They keep eating and therefore my mouth keeps munching. I watch all of it.

Today was a hypothetical conversation between Trump and the Iranian.

I thought we had a deal!
We do. Yet we have to pay to repair the buildings you bombed.
But you can’t block the Strait of Hormuz. It’s against international law.
Yes, so is attacking countries who have not attacked you.
If you don’t stop blocking we will bomb you again.
No problem, we will increase the tolls. It’s 2 million per ship at the moment.
You’re a sick, scumbag!
Oh well done. I hear the scum is pretty green this time of the year.
Just stop blocking man, the Marines need to get back to Oki.
We’re not blocking, just manning the toll booth.
Sir, we just got fresh intelligence from Mossad that the Iranians want to bomb your Qatar plane.
Are you trying to bomb Air Force One, you sick scumbag?
I am sure the CIA will tell you how much probability to put on that intelligence.
This didn’t come via the CIA channel. It was sent directly to the White House.
Okay we will cease fire with 4 million per ship. Only because you’re super smart. A genius.

That’s the type of stuff I hear when people got the hunger. Like my erections, it’s not my hunger. Sometimes the jokes are personal. Other times they are like this perhaps indicating the identity of the hungry people.

Oh and really don’t spend 2 hours on this site. It will suck you in. It’s written that way. I have nothing better to do. The readers have a life. Go live it. We were read in 100 towns today. Most of the them are in California.

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