…Loxxe, that’s really not the kind of thing the blog is used for.
I just wanted to say that Bagels is the absolute SOREST loser in the history of Monopoly.
A special calm sets over this otherwise unnecessarily bustling and strange world during the time I like to call, “earth’s little nap time.” I’m referring, of course, to the period between approximately 3:27 AM and 3:56. I always brew a fresh pot of coffee around 3:00. By this point, Earth has lulled every other being in the time zone into some form of slumber, and I feel it my unique privilege to be among those still awake. The street outside the security booth I work, typically a moderately busy road way, is void of virtually any vehicles during earth nap. On a recent night I was able to observe a turtle cross the road with absolutely no difficulty presented by a vehicle. In fact, I observed no cars 5 minutes before and 7 minutes after his extremely slow journey across the street. I’m sure my silent cheering helped him quite a bit. Once across the street, at about 3:44, I’m quite certain he looked in my direction and gave a courteous turtle wink for my support. It’s really the little things that help us go on as individuals. Once the planet has refreshed and earth nap is over, the remainder of my shift features a gradually growing stream of traffic, featuring angry and distraught drivers. Perhaps if they were to stop by, I wouldn’t mind their company, perhaps a few jokes would improve their mood. I keep an extra coffee mug that is clean, I assure you, if ever such a pleasant visit were to arise.
Early this morning, after efficiently recharging minor functions associated with stability control and internal motor functions [viewable on diagnosis spec form Epsilon 5.3.1.6], I observed, external-structurally, the sub-surface artifacts of an underground conduit. This peaked my newly installed curiousity pack, and brought me to investigate it’s purpose and origins. Most peculiar is the extremely fragile manner of it’s construction, relying soley on the frantic and exacerbating joviality of the water molecules responding to the current temperature. Surely not something an engineer could benefit from as profitable or long lasting. What I further was able to comprehend was that this underground construct was burrowed by a singular canid. Deploying a remote visual probe I explored this city, an expansive maze of translucent ceilings and walls. The acting Town Hall was scarcely remarkable in any way, but such is understandable in such a young civilization. What I found most impressive, however, was the existing Treasury. It is clear this civilization grew out of wealth, and one can only hope that it’s faulty construction will survive next Tuesday’s forecasted precipitation. The city’s vast supply of things that it’s canid, rodentian, and invertebrate populous surely treat as worthy currency. Another curious thing I found was the citizens of this place were small, unmoving, almost petrified. It would seem their trust in a temporarily solid building material is as misplaced as their trust that it won’t immobilize them. Fearing my own petrification, I returned inside, eager to find this covert civilization’s creator and dictator-by-size, hoping that it (classification, female) could breach it’s previous commitment to silence to answer some of my quandries. Unfortunately, my services were at that time required to conduct podiatristical hygiene.
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