“Everybody is playing, but nobody’s home.”
If you send your pawns out in solitaire chess… you are screwed. If you keep them in, it hurts. You are damned if you do or if you don’t.
In solitaire chess if your s pawns, pardon- pawns cross ova, I mean over to the other side… the far side? They will get bigger. Normally in chess, its awesome. You get a queen terminator.
But in this game started by a German Philanderor who gave a lot of money to one orphange ONLY, Alister Komenzie- this game is called “Halbe Konig” or “Half of the King”. It took half of the king to fill up the orphanage… if ya know what I mean.
Then when der kinder said “who is my daddy?”, one of 12 maids would hand a child the mysterious Halbe Konig to explain the birds and the bees. The German child would say, “Oh so Alister is my papa, the man who owns the chocolate factory? HE is a polygamist? Should we call Politzei?? Polygamy is zer illegal!”
“Shush, shush,” says Mama 11. “Alister is a billionaire with memory problems, son. He is your daddy, and he is fun. But if you do not shut up, you will not get you share of €100,000,000 and its all for nothing.
So once all the kids learn this, they form a gang. The Milka Millionaire Club.
If you play chess halfway, what that means… is not open for interpretation.
If you would please move along, I’d appreciatiate. I can’t stand someone reading my shtick for too long or else they might waste their time. Don’t read on global warming though. Bleeding heart, aw fergit that. Watch a you tube cat smack into a window.
Stupid cats. I love them, but my fish know not to walk into glass. People do it too. It feels so offending. Like what the fuh-hoo-hah… were you here first, glass? One time I was mad, decided I would Starksky & Hutch punch my car windshield, piece of shit car anyway.
I hit my windshield full force… it must have reverberated but didn’t break.
I friggin assaulted myself at 18. I’m 39 now- it wasn’t ME, it was him-me, back then. Shidd head. Memory doesn’t hurt. My hand went 100% dead numb. I thought I KILLED MY HAND FOREVER. Oh!! Whoa!! That hurt SO choice. I felt like an open hear surgery under a blue sky. Looking for Anasthasia. Desperately seeking a sweet girl named Anasthetia to kiss my mitt boo-boo bye-bye. Tweedle-dumb. I think it was my hand’s way of saying, “You STUPID motherflogger. I am shutting off all my nerves. I am not EVEN GOING to TALK to you.
Well, after all I said… in seri seri seriousness… if your kid is like your right hand, treat them as good as you do yourself. Maybe better. Maybe sacrifice. Don’t crucify your kids. By the way, some parents put their kid on a mission- if you a christian, bible says Jesus said, Father I will do what you ask.
If you try to force your kids, dont. You already lost. Back up. Be a good loser. Learn how to win another way. With all that that Ive said, thats just me peeling a layer off my angst and burnin it, blowing smoke off my weeds to get you high.
And thats all I am.
In a bod can.
|S| Syntaxation… … flat rate apllies