Because I could only believe myself as far
Because I could only believe myself as far as I could throw me I decided to hire a private investigator to tail me and see who I met with when I was busy doing other things. I was19
Nonplussed. I could stand up to the scrutiny. I had nothing to hide & I knew it. Still it never hurt to really know what you are up too and I took it as a sign of personal growth.19
I grew a new perspective. I now believed that I was a brain in a box where others are controlling not only what I experience but if I experienced it.19
But then, what was the purpose of my life? If I was simply a machine, controlled by someone with the remote, whence came my sense of autonomy? I puzzled over this question while20
My puppet master yanked my strings to and fro. One moment he or she, I think I prefer a she, has plopped me on the divan watching hours and hours of Antique Roadshow and the next I17
find myself strapped to her back as she bungee jumps from a helicopter over the Caspian Sea. My puppet eyes watch in horror as the helicopter seems to become tiny, then larger, as18
I phase in and out of reality on my living room couch. I grab the edge of the coffee table and then take an unexpected tumble onto the shag carpet. This trash can may look small,18
but the shag carpet piles look thirty feet tall. I started to run and ran smack dab into a red pistachio nutshell and was knocked unconscious. When I awoke, I was staring up at18
gigantic doggy nose hairs. I'd never seen anything like it. I could get lost in those nostrils. A giant voice boomed, "Fiiiiido, c'mere here!" Buckets of dog drool splattered19
Dogmeister beer was made from this concoction and sold so fast it became a distillery in the former fireworks factory. Fido became rich as did Sheba, his tortoiseshell cousin.14
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Rebbie Mar 31 2017 @ 13:20
Th puppet master is one sick lady. I won't do it no matter the strings you pull. I won't drink dog drool beer. UGH!
LordVacuity Mar 31 2017 @ 13:24
Then Rebbie, you are not the puppet we thought you'd be. Shame on you. Shame shame shame.
Rebbie Mar 31 2017 @ 13:54
Fine but if I have to drink dog drool you must drink it too! Here! Cheers!
LordVacuity Mar 31 2017 @ 14:42
Hah! I knew if I pulled the right strings you would come back into the fold. Bottoms up.
Rebbie Mar 31 2017 @ 15:11
was it good because while you were really drinking it, I tossed mine to the tosser and chugged a root beer. Now who's the puppet master, Futique?
Gibber Apr 20 2017 @ 01:49
LordVacuity Apr 23 2017 @ 01:47
Well Rebbie, just because your puppetmaster wants you to have a false sense of autonomy and/or agency does not make you less a puppet.
LordVacuity Apr 25 2017 @ 07:23
Both Gibber and Gabby Johnson are right. This is a great story and the new sheriff is near.