a stranger walks  into a diner …

Into an out of the way diner a hungry strangers walks. 
Hello.. just passing town looking for Fred's Saddlery. Does anyone know if he's around. My horse is in need of a bit.
Smells good in here. What's good on the menu?

THEN .. A FOOD FIGHT BREAKS OUT.

The stranger’s note is removed from the diner bulletin board, tossed into the street along with the hungry stranger.

Alliances don’t dissolve. If you know one of the players, you will know his allies.


AI eval: Post it as-is. It's professional, factual, and appropriately urgent given the value of what was sent. The tone is respectful. If anything, you might slightly soften one line:

Instead of: "his landline rings and then says the call can't be completed"

Consider: "I've had difficulty reaching him by phone or text"

This is even more neutral, but honestly your current version is fine—you're just reporting what's happening.
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— Edgelord is one of those words that already sounds made up before you even know what it means. It sounds like a character from a video game. It is a product of kuhl kultur. [OED’s earliest evidence for edgelord is from 2013,]

PKD. Bitbros

so poor I left behind unpaid library fines in three states .

Books he never wrote: bitbros: the man in the white castle, or, climbing hoover tower.

ABout: Philip Kindred Dick (December 16, 1928 – March 2, 1982) numberica! Dick attended Berkeley High School in Berkeley, California. He and fellow science fiction author Ursula K. Le Guin were members of the class of 1947 but did not know each other at the time

Dick was married five times:

  • Jeanette Marlin (May to November 1948)
  • Kleo Apostolides (June 14, 1950, to 1959)
  • Anne Williams Rubinstein (April 1, 1959, to October 1965)
  • Nancy Hackett (July 6, 1966, to 1972)
  • Leslie “Tessa” Busby (April 18, 1973, to 1977)

The man of many drugs, wives and words for a dreamland … billionairions think genius comes to those with accounts. It doesn’t

sci-fi is philosophy without thinking or history 

wealth is a counter indicator of genius . The wealthy prefer to buy their genius .

boys remain bois

The joke is the yoke. The immaturity of the locker is the insecurity of the small man . A joke means we can throw it away but why should we ever have made that . jokes are thoughts being swallowed .

Boo-boo boy plays big in the locker.. puffs on an invisible cigar ..

Q: why do they remain immature? ANS they’re uneasy around mature women, that’s why they have to stick with young girls ..or those who were stunted , channeled into the perfume store –trapped in the eternal youth of consumption ..

the what the fuck {

The nice thing about being president is I can tell you, you don’t have to worry about the weather or landing. We don’t care if it’s snowing, or if it’s the worst blizzard, you’ll be sailing through that sucker just like you did on the ice today. We’ll do the White House the next day. We’ll just have some fun. We have medals for you guys,” Trump continued, as the BOYTOY team laughs..

“I must tell you, we’re going to have to bring the women’s team,” he said beginning his laugh. “You do know that. I do believe I’d probably would be impeached [if the women’s team wasn’t invited].”

probably when they are invited the women’s team will go but that keeps them girls.

Maybe they could score adult points by making the point… this should never have happened ; it shouldn’t be internalized so far as to be a joke for so long ..

Time for the nation to grow up in time for our culture to wake up .