The plumber must be a doctor. And he needs a transplant for his own pig. He has gotten a wind on this pig's healthiness and he butted in one of the most discrete of thaumaturgies.
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It must be! He has too much of an even pulse for a plumber. Maybe he is just gifted.
But now the heart is on the corner. So he killed a pig for no reason at all. And it looked delicious... The plumber cries. He managed to save no one.
Where is he from? He cries solemnly!
But now the heart is on the corner. So he killed a pig for no reason at all. And it looked delicious... The plumber cries. He managed to save no one.
Where is he from? He cries solemnly!
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A few years back a Maltese, a nosy maltese, promenaded by. Very hungry, having recently escaped his former home and still not completely used to the life of the streets. The color is not important, it is never important. Never. It could have been very well a green dog. We won't care...
Glancing at the barn, he couldn't help but notice that one pig was eating his own shit.
Glancing at the barn, he couldn't help but notice that one pig was eating his own shit.
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He closed in to have a better sight and pan the area with hungry eyes.
"Can I have?" He mumbled.
We cannot expect the grammar of quadrupeds to make sense. But we can always expect them to open sound ways of communication, just like a mirthful line would connect two birds through the grille of a metal cage.
One is always free and banters. The wingspan of an eagle, he thinks. Look at my freedom, look! Then he clucks and the line is drawn. The mocker's cage turns out to be so wide, he cannot see the locked door. That's what the silent one says. The other finally makes silence.
The other has nothing to weep about.
"Can I have?" He mumbled.
We cannot expect the grammar of quadrupeds to make sense. But we can always expect them to open sound ways of communication, just like a mirthful line would connect two birds through the grille of a metal cage.
One is always free and banters. The wingspan of an eagle, he thinks. Look at my freedom, look! Then he clucks and the line is drawn. The mocker's cage turns out to be so wide, he cannot see the locked door. That's what the silent one says. The other finally makes silence.
The other has nothing to weep about.
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A dog asking for shit to eat on a barn is something that would sound very strange on pig's ears.
How would a Normal pig answer? One that abides by the norms... See, he would oink scornfully. Something around the vincities of:
"How dare you? What is this that I hear and see?? Your fur is beautiful. Just look at it! It is of a particular color no one specifies. Lustrous. And no one will specify the color because it is a trifling matter. You could be eating on your owner's lap. Instead you come and ask for shit. Are you mocking us with your vile grin? Ahh.. you were sent as a Jester. Will you juggle too? Big laughter? Haha? Look how I laugh. Look! Ha ha and ha"
How would a Normal pig answer? One that abides by the norms... See, he would oink scornfully. Something around the vincities of:
"How dare you? What is this that I hear and see?? Your fur is beautiful. Just look at it! It is of a particular color no one specifies. Lustrous. And no one will specify the color because it is a trifling matter. You could be eating on your owner's lap. Instead you come and ask for shit. Are you mocking us with your vile grin? Ahh.. you were sent as a Jester. Will you juggle too? Big laughter? Haha? Look how I laugh. Look! Ha ha and ha"
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The dog would have been crushed! If he ever heard that. He was a shy dog. Clueless. Dumbfounded, he would have gone and hide to cry behind a bush. Self deprecating and slandering himself with no mercy.
Thankfully this didn't happen. This pig was more gentile.
He was old and understood that it is better to be gentile than to be rude. The wisdom was visible on the pig's tail. Curly and frisk. But with a tinge of straightness.
Silently, he walked towards a bucket. He shat plentifully. Filled half a bucket just for this colorless dog..
Half a bucket!
The dog couldn't be happier...
Thankfully this didn't happen. This pig was more gentile.
He was old and understood that it is better to be gentile than to be rude. The wisdom was visible on the pig's tail. Curly and frisk. But with a tinge of straightness.
Silently, he walked towards a bucket. He shat plentifully. Filled half a bucket just for this colorless dog..
Half a bucket!
The dog couldn't be happier...
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Chewing unhurried and with a hidden smile, he listened. The pink pig contemplated. As a master. As a professor that is worried for the proper stimuli to reach his young student.
"I cannot shit all the time for you... Don't believe the poets. Many of you rebel dogs have come and they expect my butt to fill their mouths neverendingly. You don't seem to expect that from me.
So. Rejoice. This bucket is all I have. All I can give."
They became friends.
"I cannot shit all the time for you... Don't believe the poets. Many of you rebel dogs have come and they expect my butt to fill their mouths neverendingly. You don't seem to expect that from me.
So. Rejoice. This bucket is all I have. All I can give."
They became friends.
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Why to bother on these details? How is this relevant? There's a dead pig on the living room. His heart convulses. The aorta suppurates, of course.
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Gosh! Gosh! Have you finished? How are you? Really?Re: another question for Jens Johansson
Hi hi! I'm really fine. I haven't finished 
I guess I have the whole night. I have to unravel that plumber before I go to bed.
He dissected a pig you know! That is NOT normal. Not at all.
I guess I have the whole night. I have to unravel that plumber before I go to bed. He dissected a pig you know! That is NOT normal. Not at all.
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Do yoy really think poor Jens will answer all those questions. Isn't it a bit too much. What is the concrete question? Do yoy think this is spamquestionthread? Or what?Re: another question for Jens Johansson
I don't know. I saw something really nasty on a corner and it looked like a little heart. I wouldn't mind if some of the questions go unanswered. I am prepared
I don't have anything concrete. I prefer pavement, really..
I don't have anything concrete. I prefer pavement, really..
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Oh dear! I am at work and have an equation in one minute so I must leave you with all this mysterious pigs and plummers. Huh. see you later!Re: another question for Jens Johansson
Equations! That is it.
Plumbers never have the need of equations. The plumber missed equations. The plumber needed equations. That's why he bought a pig.
Plumbers never have the need of equations. The plumber missed equations. The plumber needed equations. That's why he bought a pig.
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This plumber now has a pig. There are two pigs. Of one, only his heart lives, the other could be dead if he doesn't get a transplant. His life would then be brief and his flesh swiftly catapulted into a table that feeds a fat, greasy man and his fat, greasy children..
The wife is, unexpectedly, thin and rather good-looking.
But the plumber. His pig is a hidden calculator. He helped the plumber to raise the derivativeness of a function and make it integrational. He loved math and he loved animals. He was happy with his pig. He hugged his pig. He slept with his pig. He would never eat his pig.
The wife is, unexpectedly, thin and rather good-looking.
But the plumber. His pig is a hidden calculator. He helped the plumber to raise the derivativeness of a function and make it integrational. He loved math and he loved animals. He was happy with his pig. He hugged his pig. He slept with his pig. He would never eat his pig.
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This story is amazing. Beautiful.
But it still makes "little" sense. So there's hope for this plumber. One can do a lot with a little.
A "little" hope. He has steady pulse. And he cries. Maybe there's a parallel between the dog that would have slandered himself behind a bush, had the pig been mean, and the plumber that now cries because he wasn't able to save no one. The day wept when the man started to fondle the limits of his will... "Little" similarities, very little because the dog never did cry and this man is crying now. The poor man. He killed and got no reward.
The dog promised. One day he would ring the barn. And the pig better picked up. He better did, because he was happy because of him. He left with a contemplative shimmer in his fur. Turning around many times, with hope. He didn't became a pillar of salt!
He ended up spilling his bucket. A quarter of a bucket, still warm. Now it will feed the grass...
But the dog's stomach is full and he goes on. With a promise on his nose, that points towards a new direction. Forward is anywhere.
But it still makes "little" sense. So there's hope for this plumber. One can do a lot with a little.
A "little" hope. He has steady pulse. And he cries. Maybe there's a parallel between the dog that would have slandered himself behind a bush, had the pig been mean, and the plumber that now cries because he wasn't able to save no one. The day wept when the man started to fondle the limits of his will... "Little" similarities, very little because the dog never did cry and this man is crying now. The poor man. He killed and got no reward.
The dog promised. One day he would ring the barn. And the pig better picked up. He better did, because he was happy because of him. He left with a contemplative shimmer in his fur. Turning around many times, with hope. He didn't became a pillar of salt!
He ended up spilling his bucket. A quarter of a bucket, still warm. Now it will feed the grass...
But the dog's stomach is full and he goes on. With a promise on his nose, that points towards a new direction. Forward is anywhere.
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Time is slower with the weigh of a promise tethering the garniture of it's long dress. Restricting the ribbons.
Fortunately, promises are antiquate and no one uses them any more.
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Fortunately, promises are antiquate and no one uses them any more.
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Instead, everything is nowadays MISTAKEN for a promise. So, one kiss and we have these shackles that try to undo our most intimate corsets.
By pulling backwards!
By pulling backwards!
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Ridiculous! As if they earn anything. Fucking shackles. Fuck them all.
And our dog felt this way. "Why time slower?" he mumbled again. When he was preparing another spicy dish of shit, for his evening. He had learned how already and he was in his way of becoming a brilliant cook.
The plumber discovered one day that his pig calculator was becoming defective. He repeated that when one adds two and two together, one would have the shape of a fish in his hands. As if no one knew... But this pleonastic attitude was mistaken for a disease. And soon the pig became "ill"
And our dog felt this way. "Why time slower?" he mumbled again. When he was preparing another spicy dish of shit, for his evening. He had learned how already and he was in his way of becoming a brilliant cook.
The plumber discovered one day that his pig calculator was becoming defective. He repeated that when one adds two and two together, one would have the shape of a fish in his hands. As if no one knew... But this pleonastic attitude was mistaken for a disease. And soon the pig became "ill"
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I have said it! OUR dog!!!
It is true. There's little need to explain... On a meritocracy, a person would be ideally granted the possession of a good when he or she has earned this good. When he or she begets this connection that needs work. Just like an ethernet connection, that needs to find the right coaxial cable in order to supply daily pornographic material to an adolescent. Because possession joins two ends. One thing hangs from the other. One could earn a flower by using enough water.
I think a dog is something relatively easy to earn. A mere regard might be enough. I have earned mine.
And! I say "our", because I like to share things.
It is true. There's little need to explain... On a meritocracy, a person would be ideally granted the possession of a good when he or she has earned this good. When he or she begets this connection that needs work. Just like an ethernet connection, that needs to find the right coaxial cable in order to supply daily pornographic material to an adolescent. Because possession joins two ends. One thing hangs from the other. One could earn a flower by using enough water.
I think a dog is something relatively easy to earn. A mere regard might be enough. I have earned mine.
And! I say "our", because I like to share things.
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He found a home on this market. There he thought of his promise. All day long, every bread with worms he ate reminded him of a pig that had fed him in times of dire need.
The worms are important. More important than whatever color this dog is... A worm is a sign of maturity. When one eats a worm, he becomes an adult.
So our dog is mature. Thanks to the pig. Who knows how many time he would have wasted if he hadn't been guided by the taste of a wise pig's shit? maybe years. He was fundamentally shy and fundamentally crumbly. He would have cried behind a bush many times. Our dog is lucky! And that's why he felt the need to bestow something in return.
He decided to call his friend.
The worms are important. More important than whatever color this dog is... A worm is a sign of maturity. When one eats a worm, he becomes an adult.
So our dog is mature. Thanks to the pig. Who knows how many time he would have wasted if he hadn't been guided by the taste of a wise pig's shit? maybe years. He was fundamentally shy and fundamentally crumbly. He would have cried behind a bush many times. Our dog is lucky! And that's why he felt the need to bestow something in return.
He decided to call his friend.
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Our dog killed a man.
On the sunrise.
This man rode a bike and he was late. He didn't notice the boulder on the road. He crashed and the bicycle's handlebars fell on the man's chest, breaking many ribs. The man wore a fish necklace made of gold that got constricted around the neck. Suffocating him inside the bike wreck. No one took heed of a bicycle man that was not clever enough to turn before crashing and impacting. He died blue as a fish. The fish took revenge. Finally. This man had taken him out of the water and he finally avenged his kin. Through suffocation.
An eye for an eye.
The boulder was the dog's work. He had put it there and he waited to see who would fall in his trap. He ran when he heard the screams. He rummaged the entanglement and he got out the man's cellphone. Success on the first hit! The dog was really happy and he started to salivate.
He salivated way too much. It was uncontrollable.
The dog swallowed the cellphone... What could he do now? He had a promise to keep. A shackle to bust.
By the road, ona pick up, a tired pig passed by. This pig was not the dog's friend, but the other one. The calculator.. He contamplated a weird spectacle, on the first row. He stared and saw how the fish killed the man. A weird shape, killing one man. And there he realized:
"Two plus two equals fish"
On the sunrise.
This man rode a bike and he was late. He didn't notice the boulder on the road. He crashed and the bicycle's handlebars fell on the man's chest, breaking many ribs. The man wore a fish necklace made of gold that got constricted around the neck. Suffocating him inside the bike wreck. No one took heed of a bicycle man that was not clever enough to turn before crashing and impacting. He died blue as a fish. The fish took revenge. Finally. This man had taken him out of the water and he finally avenged his kin. Through suffocation.
An eye for an eye.
The boulder was the dog's work. He had put it there and he waited to see who would fall in his trap. He ran when he heard the screams. He rummaged the entanglement and he got out the man's cellphone. Success on the first hit! The dog was really happy and he started to salivate.
He salivated way too much. It was uncontrollable.
The dog swallowed the cellphone... What could he do now? He had a promise to keep. A shackle to bust.
By the road, ona pick up, a tired pig passed by. This pig was not the dog's friend, but the other one. The calculator.. He contamplated a weird spectacle, on the first row. He stared and saw how the fish killed the man. A weird shape, killing one man. And there he realized:
"Two plus two equals fish"
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The vacuum mystery. It will be unraveled one day, but not today.
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God Heavens Lord are you still at it? Can I help you from the other side of the Earth? Dare I suggest, that you try to sleep a little and maybe have another view of dogs and pigs when you wake up. You are poetic, but also a bit confusing and you ought to take it more easy. Please! Try to go to bed!Re: another question for Jens Johansson
I was about to. I swear!
I think this is hardly poetic. Maybe a bit sleepy. And the sun hasn't gone up yet. But enough is enough for me. So.. Poor plumber...
Good night and nice day!
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AGAG wrote:Time is slower with the weigh of a promise tethering the garniture of it's long dress. Restricting the ribbons.
Fortunately, promises are antiquate and no one uses them any more.
Good night and sleep well!