Tuesday, 20 June 2023

Curiosity killed the cat | the creative writer

This is a piece I wrote in 2002/2003.
It’s simply a joke.
 
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This is a warning to all of you who are reading this:
GET OUT! GET OUT NOW WHILE YOU STILL CAN!
 
Having said that, perhaps I should also take this opportunity to speak of you of a little thing called “curiosity.” This powerful desire has put us all into the current position and state that we are in, that is our state, or the state of us, of ‘we’ as in ‘you and I’ and not ‘wee’ as in ‘pee’ (hmm, that joke probably only works when spoken). We have a state, (cool we’re rich) – whether we are willing to wake up while weeping in our sleep, or simply peeing while sleeping in the wild waters, we must realise that curiosity isn’t a cure for craziness.
 
Moving on to the crisis of a crocodile that has cried in Croatia because it killed its own trainer, and has collided with a coke canister that has collapsed leaving the land fizzy like a sleazy saloon, where all guests have at least one cell phone with a cool tone, yet none of them would like to be alone, even if they had a choice of not wearing cologne, and be locked in with a stinky king.
 
The trainer had been short of skills in dealing with crocs, (no not c*cks; don’t be rude dude), because when he was at the Crocodile Caring College, he quietly quit the crocodile hunter’s class when Steve Irwin wasn’t looking, only to quote, don’t recall what I did in the mall, maybe I went to kick a soccer ball, or even went to ten pin bowl, or played ping pong with Pete Pitt not too long after we had a bong, end quote. What must be said is, that it is sad that curiosity could not control his careless condition of drug addiction.
 
If you haven’t figured it out yet, no I don’t go to a vet, I bet you thought I did, but just put a lid on that, and put on this new hat. Anyhow, Bart says “don’t have a plough, if you don’t have a farm,” (hahaha, you thought I would say ‘cow’, and I did, now).
 
Are you still willing to continue reading?
 
This is a test, to see how much time you invest to read this piece of seaweed, although I hear seaweed is used to make ice cream, so perhaps that wasn’t a good choice of words. The point is that I am trying to distract you from doing something else during this time that you’re using (or wasting) to read this, while making you realise that. Will you read to the end of this sentence? You just did. <—And that one and this one.<—
 
How long will you stay? All the way? OK. I’ll try to figure out some sort of little prizes for finishing. There will be three stages: the last three sentences. Are you ready? How far will you go, and what compliment will you get?
 
Here we go.
 
IF YOU ARE PLANNING TO FINISH HERE, MAYBE YOU SHOULD RECONSIDER, BECAUSE THERE IS NO COMPLIMENT IN THIS SENTENCE, AND ONLY ABUSE – GO AHEAD AND READ THE NEXT ONE DOWN, YOU LAZY MOOSE.
 
IF YOU FINISH HERE, THEN I CONGRATULATE YOU, YOU’RE AN OKAY KID, SO STOP READING NOW.
 
BUT NOOOOO, YOU COULDN’T STOP AT THE ABOVE POINT BECAUSE IT WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU OR MAYBE CAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU DESERVED A BETTER COMPLIMENT LIKE, “YOU ARE A GREAT PERSON” FOR READING THIS DUMB THING THIS FAR, WELL MAYBE, IN ANY CASE, YOU WILL BE REWARDED FOR YOUR EFFORTS IF YOU DID NOT SKIP DOWN TO THIS POINT, (IF YOU DID SKIP EVEN A WORD, I’M AFRAID TO SAY THAT YOU WILL BE SENT AWAY WITHOUT ANY HAIRSPRAY, AND IF YOU’RE BALD, WITHOUT ANY GOLD, WHICH STILL MEANS YOU LOSE, LAZY MOOSE), AND THAT IS THIS, “THE CONCLUSION DOESN’T MAKE ANY SENSE, DOES IT?”