So what is the game of debriefing a supermarket visit? A lousy test of temporary knowledge?We did not dig deep till now did we. We hardly touched any substance. Well I did not. Are you alright with your head on the ground? I can hardly hear you from down there. What you say? The building? I do not know anything about architecture! Let me fix your headquarters but first move a little. There are more rooms in the mansion after all and in the dining room we can finish our bun. I will also eat your part since you are not capable of simply swallowing it without taking extra risks. Want to sit in the bus shelter and throw some wood on the fireplace? Can you move? Need a hand? You are so cold, old soldier, you want your brain back? Buy a ticket and take a ride?
They sit as Sluik suggested for a while at the bus-stop where no immediate words are spoken. Senis gets his breath back and recovers from the breakdown or stroke he had earlier. Sluik is not the least worried or impressed with the setback nor the quick recovery and crunches away on Senis' part of the bun. He has become a patient and obedient man once in a while and in between and waits until Senis speaks. The supermarket is their view. Senis suddenly starts fountaineously and Sluik spits out a sporadic question mark in between:
It is the building I wanted to hear some words about. The shell as much as the shelf. Tell you ahead: I like it so much and want you to agree with me. Can not care less what happens behind my back. You buy we sell. To call it kiwi is also brilliant. Just brilliant! Ha, you worry about fooling the client and nag about fake behaviour! Nothing of that kind here. Not in the attitude of selling and not in the way of presenting it. You are kidding? No, I will make you agree with me in a few minutes. It is not particularly this one but the principal of all. Slowly the world has made the dividing of wealth a virtue. We Northern ones except so many things now without questioning. We can all live with no concern! Endless temporary. Huxley alive today would immediately revise or hide the brave new world! Hypnopaedia is after all not needed to get us worshipping the reality stars. And we have liberated the world for all products to travel free! That is progress! The drug is there too it just does not come in a capsule or on a plate. Soon we do not have to move anymore or anywhere, not even virtually. The product will travel for us. We will get a product that goes for us on holidays and makes us relax and continue to relax. A Huxley drug that tans us is around the corner for the whites amongst us. Cynical Senis needs a parasol?You might not agree with the new world rules but have to agree they do a good job of it. A free market with a huge but invisible fence or camouflaged panzer-box and eyed with CCTV, not to scare the occasional notorious nut pickers of your handful sort but to scare ourselves, the innocent. They even create crisis of conveniences to clear up some bonos and spilled leftovers of the past. Look at it. Look at it! The store is a massive sea container with mouth and ass and we clients enter and leave through the ass! We actually never get to see the mouth. We do not even know where it is. I would say the building is in excellent condition with the expiring date as long as it's products. The archaeologist of the 25th century will not find a trace of the kiwi! You still wonder if I do not fool you, you poor Fidel. Robbing and evaporating is the new form! See the long-term use of it. It is only an example. There is an abundance of kiwis and it is spreading like a new satisfactory flu. Would be good for the observers if the development goes to a little overweight for the building. The predicament of Erwin Wurm! You want some round curves? Or it is good as it is, so straight forward. Supreme and breathtaking! Convinced with the beauty of your evil opponent for the better world? Sl ...
This has really gone far enough. It is really getting smelly and beyond the point of using energy on. The reversibility is so obvious and so tedious and tiresome. Thinking that I am honestly observing but finding myself constructing constructions. If I continue like this I end up with the Michael Moore righteousness disease. Oh what a pretentious blabla and pitiful behaviour. Oh yes truth does not exist which includes subjective truth and partisan truth and slain or lovers truth and in my case the truth of the coward. It is all much more real out there! I will start over again but delete nothing.
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