I turn to a page on the dictionary and see pry. I’ve been thinking about my own private property, that land inside my head that I claim and own and only ever want it to be the way I believe it should be. If something makes me annoyed, I know it is something else. No need to blame anyone or anything here. It is just that. Something that is not exactly me. I do not identify with that, because I do not love it absolutely.
That’s when I see pseudocopulation, that tricky flower that is both male and female, getting the insect to think its body is something the insect desires. In return the flower gets its pollen carried. I think the insect must also get something out of it too, otherwise it wouldn’t do it again and again.
I’ve seen flies hiding and playing games with predators and they are not stupid. Think I could cast actors in the roles of a real scene about a blowfly hiding under a leaf. I watched a little jumping spider combat crawl in attempted to not be sensed. But the minute the little spider was halfway through its predatory leap, the fly buzzed off. “Damn,” I could imagine the little arachnid saying. And the big blowie? Laughing at how it had played the little creature into thinking it might be able to catch it. It was the fly’s pretence here that interested me. Like the orchid’s. A bit of game play in the microcosmos. I do not need psi to see these things. I just have to observe the theatre.
That’s when I notice a theatre of cruelty: psycho studies. Courses for psychopath/ eccentric, all the Frankensteins out there. The monster is just the subject matter. It is the psychology, the psychobabble, the psychobiology, the psychodrama going on and all the rest of the types of professions for psychos out there that create monster problems. But the problems would not exist if the Frankenstiens hadn’t created them, then been too afraid of their own visions to find a place for them in society.

So when Dr Frankenstien says, “I specialise in psychosis.” It is the equivalent of an undertaker saying, “I specialise in psychopomp.” Which is actually a rather interesting aspect of an undertaker’s job, perhaps. But not if the bereaved does not have a concept of what soul is, or has rejected the word. And then there’s also a link here that says: Greek mythology. Not everyone is into the stuff of ancient Greece and not everyone wants to believe in what is termed myth. Freud did.
Now of all the psychos I think the most monster causing would be psychosurgery. I wonder why it is still a legitimate practise according to the Ox2008. Shouldn’t it be said to be an obsolete practice? Is the Ox actually telling me that they still are interested in Clockwork Orange? That’s one film I never want to see again in another form.
Now tactics that are used to manipulate opponents or enemies, such as propaganda, are the tactics used for warfare: to psych another country into battle, to undermine and break down their well-being, so that they look confused or deranged. It is a war that uses analyses for their own advantage. Psych, is a sadistic game. And when drugs and invasive procedures are used, it is invading, terrorising and psychotronically maintaining that claim.
I flip forward, I flip back, to find the sense of the current writing in this read of monstering. Plots thicken…
Now, if the invader is the protagonist in a story, they are not that protective of the people they use for their own advantage, even if they are said to be champion of a cause. They’re really looking at the prospectus and they are the prospector. Dig that person and mine it, that’s what I’m getting. Make them look tedious and dull. Turn them into a prostitute for pricks and their testies.
I haven’t even got past the boarder yet and I’m cramming it in and thinking about where this might be going. I close the dictionary and look at the paper.

The job advert says, “I told you I want you to apply. I don’t know why I want you to, I just do. I want to see if this was the actual issue. If having this kind of work will make you flourish more than being a flower to a hoard of insects who can’t ever have their thoughts inside your sense.”

And the florist only hearing part of this sentence says, “Whatever it is that is bothering you about being a flower is up to you, but let me give you one thing here, I think it is funny. That plant is making money out of that blow in. Its getting that ‘sect to do the fetch and carry. It’s getting to have a laugh at the same time. All for a bit of a pseudo romp.”