HomelessInLaJolla's Journal: 140130 (La Jolla, CA, 92037, war v7.120)

War in La Jolla, seventh year, one hundred and twentieth entry

The R-side and dental whitening

The r-side. How do you staple a booger into a brain? How do you staple boogers into a white brained steam pressed new baby? Take your tongue out of your nose, bite it. Use these teeth, bite this much. The modern edition managing the lineages to the table of the nations do not even need to know exactly why the book for this box says use these teeth to this depth of tongue. That's the way it's done. As a white brained baby you are run through rows of progressive boxes of various architectural lines, left wall, right way, ceiling, floor, biting various teeth and depth of tongue, and *BANG* stapled that one on. As a white brain that will leave enormous impressions on you. Staple enough r-side together maybe you make a barn. Staple enough barns together maybe to make a curtain. Work on perfecting the curtain and moving it to the greatest possible severity level while maintaining a living functional individual able to accept job training. Then, when shipped upstairs, the women are able to observe the settings for your "ARRRR"-side under the curtain. White brain trained babies, before leaving heaven, are checked and calibrated to ensure that, after the r-side has been set, they will indeed adjust their neck and floats (eyes) to accomodate their r-side settings in quality assurance boxes. Shipped upstairs the ladies, with plenty of room of exuse to not know anything, receive the baby with the r-side.

And that's a good excuse. There obviously is no r-side because you are obviously a naturally grown baby.

With the r-side, they find your best box, the box where your eyes and neck and head are most closest to what they consider "normal" or "good start" (and really, you're stuck in the middle of the mummies' tomb, and that should be obvious), and teach you a word. Then they watch your r-side. Your r-side may be full right, it may be full left, it may be some combination of getting the crap stapled into you at scientifically predetermined paths and routes of settings, but your mom is obviously not looking for it because she's just playing with you as a baby, and she loves you, and wouldn't know anything about any r-side setting and this ridiculous thought that it would have enything to do with your floats (eyes), the way you hold your neck and head (when you're happy, when you're sad, when you are under 15 foot ceilings, when you're stuck in a woodshed).

With your r-side, at your delivery (this is chronological), if you're not a rainbowtard, they can watch your r-side settings change when they hit you with the isopropyl, when they hit you with the multi-amine mix, when they hit you with the grammy of silica. All very important pieces of info for the database tracking you, individually, in the matched eye brain smile r-side system.

Your mother may watch your r-side setting with your first best desalizized breakfast, and the smell you make for it.

Then maybe we work on your r-side settings in your home, in your various rooms, in your relatives houses, teaching you these words along the way. Watching for any side excuse to develop. Because you have not only an r-side, but an entire law of Tor of stapled r-side making a net over some potato chip section of your brain (a cap over about the very surface of the brain stem).

Then we take these yearly photographs of you growing up, because your speech is yet quite simple, and we will match your speech with your smile and work on that neural configuration for you in particular on the r-side.

Then your dentist may give to you the dental x-ray carboard inserts. Of course your dentist is not watching to see which side you wince more on, because you don't have an r-side. Then the people you begin to meet at that time in your life are obviously paying no attention to the changes in your voice and excuses you make for the laryngitis and common colds you get, how your smile falls and in what boxes, after you begin to experience visits to the dental assistant. They're working on your teeth, did you know they had so much interest in the r-side of your smile?

Then... after the database for the r-side configuration and usefulness and scenarios (along with your breathing secret password and its changes along the way), then we can take your wisdom teeth out. We can both work on the material determined to that data and glean new extra information from the common cold, laryngitis, and social setting modifications after that.

Plenty of room for excuses and nobody knows at every level, plenty of room to keep passing the torch and building on historical victories.

But that's all ridiculous, and has been for years since the beginning of BSM and before, because there is no r-side law of Tor potato chip slip capping your air off under eight thousand hertz. That's stupid. That loud voice, that guy must have three genomes in the nose or be a freak or something. Nobody has a voice that good. Even rainbowtards accumulate decay to their golden throats. Everybody has an r-side and, if you ever begin to work on it, then $THEY are the people with the D, and the K, and will show you the G, and they get to check as often as they want to see if you're A, okay?

The t-ru-t-he of the matter, the prophetic interpretation of the saying of the word t-ru-t-he, is t-ha-t you are ruining yourself for the money. and you know it. the flavor of truth, the metallic tinge, is on the glass when you acknowledge that,"Yes, maybe I am going to hell." swill.

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