Observers

Who wants to be one of the guys and what is it good for, any deals one handles with oneself, bad or good, and in which means do good or bad change anyway, when the frontiers get weakened, in which the mirrorgames function one usually plays, and the directions change, not only directions, of course, as the feedback of the seemingly source, that becomes aware of being the target also, like in a multidimensional ping-pong, whereas there now are othertimes rather like pin-pong, when on one side there´s an inconspicuous pin, spearing, sometimes even impaling the ball, or so it seems, so it trys, so it is full of will to point away from it´s own assemblance, this multitude of unexplored entities, unexplored by the observing character one dare not unchain too often, not too intensely, cause the world that made the observer in a flashbacksystem of reenforcement is the observer, and the entitiy, somehwere inside, not letting the observer take a too close look, fears the observer, and by this fears the outer determination, wants to stay unchanged, unchained, won´t see the chain laying in it, because the view of the observer would be the one revealing it, but is regarded, re-guarded in return of the pressumed suspicion, so the suspicion becomes its own source of suspicion, as the pin-pong, that fails to be ping-pong, takes place the other way round too, and sees itself being observed, rejecting, complaining, working against, destroying, or at least trying to, feeling the observation of the other in a language it can´t understand, both overloading the other with efforts concerning tasks, that would become exhaustions, being transmitted in languages the the recipient can hardly decode, understanding a bit meanwhile, after such long, always being dependant on help from the taskmaster, not letting his language intrude too far, too complex, ans so being thrown back onto one´s own resources, drawing from there, putting putting it in, insufficient, drawing again, working and working, and working, not sensing the divergences between the sources of endeavours, of which one has to serve the other, not the goal of it´s own existance, although, each of them forces the latter, thinking it will get taken care of as a feedback, but it will just get new excercises and not the care, and solving the excercises is not the care for each other, when meanwhile the newer one of the sources could be detected to be the one sucking more from, although it would never admit it, claiming itself to be the source, as it always seems to be the one present, at least it says so, being present in its own observation, more than it would yet care to observe the other, the first source, that has no chance, but to give and give, and give, exhaustion is no excuse, cause it has to follow, it is the tray on which it all takes place, there is no way getting out of this, except for destroying the tray, otherwise the vicious circle won´t stop, or so it seems, and aren´t the excercises, that still won´t suffice to still the hunger, the right thing to destroy the source of the hunger, isn´t the tray the problem, and isn´t the second source already informed about the other´s permanent try to cut it off, switch it off, by overflooding it and pumping it dry at the same time, is it so, is it so, tell me: is it so, so?

She Spacehomer (6) - President Parah Salin

“Mr.President, For 23 years there have not been any competitions in brain surgury on this planet. Now you are the initiator and patron of the new Parah-Lymphics.
In the campaign for your 5th reelection you pointed out the importance of all kinds of nods. Does the new name for the New Parah-Lymphics point out the importance of the lymph nods for the whole organism, and so for the brain?”
“Brain?”
“Yes, Mr.President.”
“Emh, -- we might consider that.”
“The public will appreciate it.”
“ ---- public?”
“Excuse me, sorry, Mr.President, this was not meant to cause any --- prelimitable stress.”
“The patriation of the wages is at stake.”
“Ehm, yes, o, can we have this once more, the microphone didn´t seem to..”
“Hold on, hold on.”
“Of course, Mr. President.”
“ -.- !! ”
“Mr.President?”
“ (-.-) !! “
“So, Mr. President, it´s time, I guess?
I will tiptoe.”
“ |o.o| , no, no reason, my wife got sick, last year.”
“As we were all grieving about, Mr. President.”
“Summary of devastation, all mirrored in the vast turnbuckle of the New TakeEmByChance Special Force Operative System, and braught back to the family we have to protect.”
“O, Mr. President!”
“Yes!”
“O!”
“|0.0| Yes !”
“|O.O| , o, o !! “
“[-.-] -- Bless you. --- [-.-] “
“Thenk you, pfffffff.--- Pff pff.“
“Mr. Pleasident, the rising number of cases of national state of emergeny has reached a frequence.
This one is able to forever point out the strenght and qualitiy of the guarding and observatory system to a really representable level in the global competition on that field.
The public, with the voice of the press, by this wants to stress its gratitude for your personal efforts here.”
“Huh, I have an alarm-clock.”