It's sheer luck when you stand out completely, all of your entire life.
"Hello," the dinky dummy seems to say to you as you gently move closer to it. What does it literally look like? It has hair, teeth, clothing, and a strangeness to it. There is a poking out of black, yellow and green hair. It does not seem to look like anything, sort of sexless, a clown that could be anything. Is it literally a "gay" dummy? Yes, but no, it seems to scream somehow it was once male at you. And it seems once - it altered itself to its basic soul.
Yet you know you have met this someone before, possibly as a woman once. Pushing past the soldiery of nature, realizing you might get caught and thrown into a mental institution, suddenly you wake up and see bright lights all around. You are at a straightforward store, a shop of sorts. As you look around, the imagery resolves into a woman at a puppet store.
Fascinating, isn't it? You are staring at the dummy in your hand. You have picked me up well, the dummy's lips say, in your own mind. You are now that woman, but it is all in the past, as human life on the face of the planet is over. Well, maybe in a few years.
"Pick me up, woman of my soul," it told her as she lifted it to her lips.
"I'll take it," Sandra sighed at the cash register.
"No problem. Just make sure you take care of Herman when he comes home with you. He always takes up too much space."
"Well, the dinky fellow does seem small for that."
Easing away from the cash register, Sandra pushed herself out the door, as she weighed over 300 pounds. She now had a new friend for her variety of Pierrot dolls, she knew to herself, heading to her own apartment downtown. She could not be a lesbian any longer.
She was too old and fat - mattered - to her previous lover any longer. And she knew she had to die. Her lover had gone out the door once and plainly never returned. She was a nobody. Her lover had often given her this feeling, partying on her sometimes.
She had never literally been a lesbian, Sandra smiled to herself. She had known the only heaven was in the afterlife. But her body groaned and creaked as she made it go up the stairs after she keyed into her small but dingy apartment building. She made it up the steps to the top floor where she was forced to live. It had taken a long time to find the small studio apartment, as quiz, was incessant in the area in which she lived, far away from the boyfriend who had always made fun of her, in an occasionally fun way. He had been an actual man, before the lesbian.
He was a Daddy. He had his own kids earlier, or had made it up. Anyway, he was long gone far away, due to his own personal war with her over poverty, over the lack of children due to her fat, over life.
Far away from the man she had almost driven into killing her. The man had bright hair too, like this Pierrot doll, but it had been all black and shady, spikes in the morning, feathers at night like her other lover's hair had been.
There had never been any such "love" going on. Still, Sandra smiled. She knew now she had no such "soul," but it had been fun playing let's pretend.
Some days, she wondered if he had murdered her. He had driven her into becoming an overweight lesbian, or not. Was it her fault or his? It was a "he says she says," and he had at last found another such somebody. She thought maybe she had said something, and he had taken offense. She now weighed adequate to die.
She gazed longingly at the dummy, as though expecting the strangeness event. But she smiled her own smile as she held back against the heart attacks. They were bursting her chest out inside. And she was retention her 1001 Pierrot doll.
For you see, her apartment was stuffed with Pierrot dolls, the Crying Clown, the smiling clown, the clown everywhere. She had built small wooden shelves from kits. These were her children, for she had aborted only one once, but there were none available now. She was going to join the only child she never had, in outer space.
He was worried, the dinky Herman, for her. She shook him. Then she shook him hard. "Say you're sorry. Say you're sorry, Daddy, for telling me there is an afterlife, and that you were God. There is too a hell in this life called War." The doll shook, oh how it was shaken. Suddenly, Sandra noticed Herman's dinky face was cracked. Ouch!
She had broken her popular pastime doll. Not only, that, her death sequence was beginning to seem a dinky pathetic. Pant pant pant, hold doll. Look at doll. Pant pant pant did I waste my time back there? Yes, I did.
"Daddy," she murmured to herself, "Daddy, you are broken now. Come to my home," she intoned as the melodious...mommy. She settled Herman neatly on a shelf. She couldn't or didn't want to remember any of their other names. As she looked around, the place resounded with marching band dolls, sophisticated dolls, Barbie dolls, kewpie dolls with their dinky blond heads, Raggedy Ann and Andy dolls which were stuffed with amazing candy hearts by her as she had sewed them in herself, plastic dolls made by anything whatsoever, purple and green ceramic dolls and some which were merely other kinds of clown dolls than Pierrot dolls.
The camera that was her eyes refocused on her brain. Something had been in there long ago, recording anything as she slumped to the floor, falling into her fat, having whittled down to the skinniest someone in the universe. She smiled at me, thought Herman. She had ultimately gotten on Ssi and her own apartment was all hers. It happened the very day she noticed she was dying.
Now I am home at last. I hope, he thought to himself. He hopped up and immediately walked over to her. "Godspeed, my dear, but I don't know where you went. You have probably disintegrated. Good riddance to bad rubbish, I would say altogether. Now we can party down. Yet somehow, I would have liked to get to know you, my sweetheart, my..." Herman stopped, and he saw a small glow surround his chest muscles. He gulped, and realized the worst fate had befallen him. This could not be Heaven.
He looked up at the ceiling. He looked down at the extremely filthy rug with trash all over it. He looked at the peeling, cracked walls. He felt at home, and extremely brave. Then all resolved into a perfectly livable apartment. He was happy.
"Hello!"
There was literally nothing left but dead silence.
Herman crouched down next to the dead body, and wept. For he was stuck forever, in an insignificant dinky apartment, blithering on to a rotting corpse. He had been from England once, and the teeny weenie dinky white tag said it out loud so strongly. In tiny hard to read blurry print. He couldn't help that someone else had been his Maker.He couldn't help even being the grand old fag of England, or anything he was...what was he?
Many doors slammed downstairs to let dinky him know this: that he had only his survival urge and his urge to have fun somehow left. There was no dinky boy to play with; there was no errant ear in which to fathom the obscurity called time. There was no Christophophoror Robbins, no Winnie the Pal. No one, no one - him.
He even tried mounting it, but there was nothing there.
As it grew time, over the years, he groped in boring devotion to the nonexistent dead woman. But as he was unable to do anything to bring her back alive from the dead, they ultimately killed him. Bugs, weasels, cockroaches, and tiny spirochetes: all ate him. Mildew really, but he had to remain alive to suffer through it all. Finally, he just keeled over already. And the gods were not there to mouth his fate.
Who are they? No one you can touch or stop or talk to, nothing at all - but the only way that figures.
Herman the FoolGames can be carried out for fun, or utilized as being a tool for teaching and understanding. It as a matter of fact is carefully each being a work and as an artwork. Numerous of us do it for any residing or like a form of an exercise for both mind and body. Also, it aids individuals to temporarily lean unto their aggressive facet and wake themselves up for alertness. It may be categorized under "play" for they are carefully connected. as a matter of fact games are structured plays which comprise elements: goals, guidelines, troubles and interaction - which plays don't have.
To much great realize this, games have its elements and classifications. Elements are individuals which are used in the girly game. They are the tools, rules, and skills, technique and chance. And its classifications are: single-player or numerous players.
Components:
Instruments - balls are the most ample resources used in games that use them for example volleyball, soccer, basketball plus the like. Others use cards for games like poker. Cars are also an added kind of resources for games including racing. Tools are leading in the majority of games broadly played nowadays. On the other hand, you will find some which don't use instruments to saunter taking part in. Examples of these are "tag" and "hide-and-seek" which youngsters commonly play in school or in parks. Despite the fact that tools don't impact the gameplay, but the surroundings may.
Terms- This determines what must be finished and what is wrong or taken as an offense. Guidelines hold wholesome competitors among two man or group players. A game for girls has its fixed guidelines and if altered, it will be regarded as not since the same game for kids anymore but a new one.
Talent, technique and chance- Gamers are outfitted with skills, may possibly it be corporal or psychological, based on the nature with the girly game. And regardless of either they are people or in groups, in order to win, they make an perfect strategy. But, like any other, it partially relies on opportunity or luck wherein they [players] also take dangers and guesses.
Forms:
One-player games- examples can be puzzles that can be called recreational games. These are games that carry all of the elements, but can only be played by one individual, which indicates that the player's opponent is the atmosphere, time and herself. Interaction can only exist in the case that carried out in groups enjoying the girly game with each other, rather than as opponents.
Numerous player games where gamers have oppositions, and use their abilities against yet someone else player. Every of them (groups or people) has their skills and techniques to perform their typical objective: to win.
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