Dear Randos, this post is not for you. Don’t read it.
Tough to know what is real.
I wandered into the Tea Towel store.
I saw three focuses of Tea Towel brand.
Cancer with a focus on glioblastoma
Pregnancy and Natal Care
Ivermectin
The Tea Towel Shop owner had been on staff in South Africa with another denizen who pronounces “bill” as in hospital bill as “bull”.
The South African bull guy would one day strangely end up with a franchise Tea Towel Line that itself strangely overlaid with a Defense Threat Reduction SuperComputer Line.
All rippling into the American American Tea Towel towel vector.
The American American Tea Towel towel vector was rotten with Kanadian Tea Towels, Brit Tea Towels, Australian/NZ Five Eyes Israeli Tea Towels.
By deception we shall do tea towel.
The owner promised A Better Tea Towel in opposition to the tea towel megastore across the street’s Build Towel Back Better.
The Kountry Doctor and the Anthrax Towel and the Elon Towel also had ties and interests to South African region.
This was odd.
The Homeland Security Senator would embark upon multiple hearings of Mistakes were Made mRNA Towels before moving on to Mistakes were Made Eargate Towels.
The American Hammers in the Warehouse cheered.
Yes, Tea Towel Security State Oligarch.
Yes.
KONSERVATIVE VALUES.
The End.
PS: Fuck off
One hammer or two with your tea, ma’am?
I dutifully click each Sage post. Sometimes I get it, and I feel warmth and connection. Gratitude.
Sometimes I do not. The icy pane of the metaphor holds me away from the insiders. I press my nose against it, longing. But only for a moment, as the private rail car, opulent, chugs away into the night without me. I half jog in the gloom after it just a few steps.
Then I am left alone with my vexation: "fuck. What's a tea towel?"