The Hab for the Re

Its this place I keep hearing people mutter about, strangely under their breath as the walk away, or turn their cheeks; I’m not quite sure what it may be, or where it is; but strangely every time I ask to go, I get turned away or people look confused. So if this is a place that I am supposed to go; then why is it so difficult for anyone to assist me in arriving there, or letting me get their by my own device? It seems that everyone is strangely confused, about who is correct and who is not and who needs an apartment so that they can properly shower and take care of their needs and responsibilities. It seems that for someone who has a strange amount of attention from people who can’t be bothered to step out from their hiding places; who stalk and spend money on strange forms of assistance and protection; that cause more danger and put this kid in well every kind of fucked off situation, where he has to be quick on his feet while awake on day five; clever and rhyme, while dealing with their misdoings and misconstrued, miscalculated, under-planed, and poorly comprehended and though-out acts, in a weird very strange and insanely delusional thought process that they are protecting and assisting in figuring out what the hell and how the hell (well anything from what I gather) they fucked up; and why someone has no clue who the heck they might be, what the fuck happened in history, and somehow has managed to get almost all of the facts, figures, and some of the blurry pictures put together.

Crazy and insane as it may sound, this View of the Harbor that has all this kid needs, is somewhere he can’t find and they sure aren’t all that helpful in trying to lead or guide him to its location. In fact it seems that all they are intending to do is; well harass and try to intimidate, all the while painting a picture (and not all that well) that he is inept, unable, and completely unfit; to manage his life or anything else so it seems. When the weird thing is that he was correct about all of the stuff (well most of it, he will give them some slack….)but seriously, peeps how they hell do you think that this helps him you quacks?

If you want him to learn how to manage his power, then you should tell him what the fuck he is, and what those components mean, and how to cast spells (not how to spell; cuz thats a lost cause, ask his Pa). But seriously kiddos, if you think that this back asswards manner of failure to assist or launch is in any way helping; anyone get sleep, or keep things in one piece; you must be lacking more than just one mainframe; I would venture to say all (and not because he rewrote the code, or hid them). From what I can recall and remember and figure from…. well my past teachers; that in order to get ahead you have to know what the goal is and what tools are needed, so you can plan and ensure a successful outcome for not one but hopefully all. So that the fucking egg doesn’t fall of that god damn wall, or to keep you marshmallows from bashing your soft noggins again and again (I understand that insanity is repeating the same thing and…… I hope you can put the rest of that together, if not fuck this universe is ummmm….)

So what the hall are you people doing? Just wasting resources searching for someone who keeps figuring out how to stay ahead, and not end up possibly dead again? who has no idea what year it is and if well, who’s actually helping him. I mean I simply seem to struggle to win; because I can’t in reality. No matter if I do what I’m told, or do just the opposite, I seem to get nothing but a whole lot of lectures and bullshit, with the same conversation on repeat day after day, while you try and reassure me that you are here to protect and keep me safe? When all that the actions demonstrate is well quite the opposite, and its lucky that I can tread water and have not done the dead mans float. Curious how though you can say that this boy is so important, yet have not a clue as to how to do, much of anything it seems; except repeat the same questions about how he does it, and how he is so clever, and that while you insist that there is no one there to harm him, that he is in danger and everyone is trying to help (even the little weird elf on the shelf, who causes him hell and wont give in to the fact that well he is wrong and really should learn to sing the I’m so sorry song, and get along and well assist in a manner that isn’t involving throwing fits and yelling that the boy needs to do what he’s told). Then that same elf goes out and rewrites what the boy wrote spinning it to make the elf who keeps fucking up look like gold, when in fact its the other way bucko, and I’m platinum so keep up the shit fits.

I’m not sure I understand how this logic really works, as it seems the View of the Harbor; though it claims to have all of the things, but cant do a thing to fix whats broken, and everyone else is clueless as well as to how to make all the parts that can’t be in one work, except fr the kid who is composed of all of these things and makes them function in a manner that strangely sings perfectly; that is until you start cutting in and removing bits and pieces stating that well they just can’t be there cuz they just wont work and can’t because well its way beyond the 10% capacity of some peoples ability to thunk. The reality of the sitcheation is that well it all works quite nicely and quite fine for the boy who needs some assistance with esteem cuz he doesn’t think he’s a dime, more like just average so that be what 6 pence? Truth be told it works very nicely and he doesn’t smell like shit, or piss (until the people who aren’t living in the body decide that they need to remove bits at random times with no warning; then get pissed when he freaks out and doesn’t “””””””MOVE A MUSCLE”””””””” then comments how he never stands still, and is a total pill.

You remember in kindergarten when we learned how to get along, and then later in school when we had to figure out what a team was, then a tad bit later that the only way to win (excluding individual participation sports or events, because not everyone should get a fucking ribbon for showing up dipshits); was to work as a team in a group (and if you need me to define what that is, refer to my sophomore year of college communications definition that was quite descriptive and explicit (and might have bene ripped off by the dude who “rewrites” this guys masterpieces), and to work in a group you have to collaborate and take everyones input into consideration (mind you the one who’s probably need to be take with more weight is the guy who resides in the vessel in question). That well listening and hearing are two completely different things, and that if you are just going to ignore him and do the same thing again and again; that you might not be surprised when you come to the same conclusion that it fucking frustrates and annoys him, causing you irritation and confusion; then well massive battles that don’t seem to teach you’all any lessons (maybe cuz there was a lack of any planning, much like why I’m sure Rome must have fallen, and while the War on Drugs is a waste of resources and time, and doesn’t do shit but inexcusably and excessively over exaggerate the statistics, with Trumpt up facts and figures that don’t factor properly when the equation is lined out.

Its rather quite mind blowing, how the people who watched a guy regrow a brain and who just wont fucking die for some reason, who they all acknowledge might be a lite brite of many patchwork and tik tok of colours and flavours; who might have an idea as to how to riddle the factors properly in this masquerade that we all seem to have to repeatedly parade in. Now is he stuck in a matrix? Is he alive? What the hell happened, and when? and how many husbands does he have? Why is he so loving, till hes full of piss and vinegar and has to correct the misguided and undercalulated and poorly though out conflicted argued over by the people who are doing them actions that don’t leave anyone with and sat-is-faction……but rather with well massive amounts of shit being thrown around (and this time not in this guys brain)….

SO wouldn’t it solve us all a lot of hassle and stress, if we worked as a small large group, and kept some of the damn chefs out of the kitchen adding shit to the soup? For as it seems to this guy, these people all want to see him, but can’t seem to figure out where the hell he is or how to pull him out of the computer program or something to that strange butterfly effect, and one of them seems intensely focused on breaking every damn bone in the dudes body, expressly his back and neck. So to consolidate the resources and ensure we all get enough REM so we can VISUALIZE it and do it NATURALLY and a fully functioning TEAM; it would seem that well repeating the same things over and over have only managed to lose one or four rings, and make a bunch of assholes sting and have burning sensations (not really the greatest I might comment).

I would also thing that in working together then well the dream and goal of the ones who might be outside of the coma or the computer program with a real boy in it (if that can even possibly make any fucking lick of sense), might be realized and to everyones surprise; that be they dead, alive, or android; that they might finally be able to see the guy….. and to his delight he would’t have everyone disappear on the fourth night…. and wouldn’t be screamed at from strange voices somewhere up in the sky, or behind walls and shit; and they might get to spend quality time recalling the stories everyone is shocked that the kid can’t recount. To this guy whos often confused, which is strange cuz he isn’t deranged and went to school (and breaks all the rules, cuz even when he follows them it still gets him in trouble) that might help him remember who the hell he is and how to pull him out of this coma, or repair his doma, and then get to spend some quality time with those who spend way to much time and money on shit that isn’t necessary, and maybe then he could get a hair cut, some new kicks, and well have time to dress and eat correctly, and not look like he’s unkempt and needs assistance to do anything really (when strangely he is the one who keeps figuring out how the fuck to not die, arguably which is supposed to be the intentions of those who seem to be trying to actually make him kick rocks).

So in conclusion, can we quite cutting this dude open, and leaving him confused, dosing him with acid and then being quite flabergasted that it hasn’t killed him, and that he is still fully functioning on no REM in a week. Instead let him see the people that he loves and that love him (like I guess his four husbands and the maybe possibly still boyfriend if he is lucky…..) and i guess all the rest. With that if it was to happen he could probably make a promise and a guarantee that he would stop causing everyone to have heart attacks and drop somewhat dead before resurrected, and that they would be well have less stress and headaches (as things would stop blowing up or out of portion), and then the power that they want more of wouldn’t be a-wasted or something; and he might be able to go and get schwasted to celebrate the regrowing of his actual memBRAIN and the well hard drives becoming not necessary, taking him from analog to something more advanced than digital or Y2K and that who deal (see the financial reference to the piss poor budgeting of the blokes who won’t let him have pizza, or tequila. Oh shit was all of this supposed to be a fucking secret? Did I blow it again, oh well. But hey dudes and dudettes, can we figure out how to work together so this dude can see the people he cares about soon, and not have 37 different people playing the same cartoon character (rather poorly), and maybe then he would not need to use extra curriculars and then maybe the short stack could stop yelling that he was a jerk; and he might be able to see the tall dude that he kinda likes?