Stupification
Stupification
Intentional stupification straight out of the starting gate—instantiated into this viscous, visceral, material sludge called earth—animated as a humanoid avatar—drawing the short end of the stick, an unwilling participant in the nascent industrial education complex petri dish—and through this, someone somewhere at others’ expense got rich.
The proof is in the Yorkshire pudding, as this trending old adage reads—the first acrid taste of industrial evil is all that remains to be said.
Elementary school, two classes of grade ones—who was in charge of the curriculum matters not—what is important is the origin of such a malicious plot—the ancillary minions of the industrial overlords stupified one class, the other one not.
Wickedness circa ’69, malignant indoctrinated government employees programmed in autocratic mal-matriculated ways—clearly related to the abhorrent human mind disease and the accompanying spirit of decay.
Those who cannot read are destined to a life of peonage and its attending misery, you see.
A novel reading system for the implementation of stupification using the protocol Initial Teaching Alphabet (ITA)—a piss-poor way to start an academic life—regardless, embrace the day.
The abject failure of sub-standard instructors left this experimental class far behind, in essence, left for dead—in the blink of an eye, a merciless jackboot from behind—off to grade two with no reading skill, and no clue.
All the worse yet, there was no time to hone poetic prowess, therefore, to opine about the meaning of life and what it means to become Master Robert Greene’s follower, thus joining the ranks of the sublime.
Problems perpetually seething, then bubbling up, culminating in a massive blackhead full of sycophants and cucks—pusillanimous juveniles in adult skin getting schooled by small children in whom curiosity, doubt, and reason are inherent, where all authentic stories begin, by now this should be apparent.
The fact remains, we are not the same; willful ignorance and tyrannical malice are to be challenged, every step of the way.
It matters not what is inscribed in the playbook of mediocrity—the epitome of lifelessness, ignorance, and banality of ‘teachers’—early representatives of the industrial educational indoctrination F Team.
Such a story can take any of many forks in the road, appearing in the nooks and crannies of emerging civilized humanity.
The foundational universal principles of Maggie May and her timeless protocol—‘embrace the day’—is what she used to say, to wipe this wayward autodidact’s raging tears away.
A chip on the shoulder, a pep in the step, induced by this early industrial grind—led to a satisfying protocol of the practical, and oh so very useful kind.
A pivotal moment of clarity is the notion to follow innate curiosity—she guides y0u to where you are supposed to be—mentation of things manifestly seen—each seity, a distinctive way—‘embrace the day.’
Internalize Japanese until the phacken eyes bleed; this untamed wild beast must speak, read, write, and feel Japanese.
Muse penetrates stupified souls by showing the intent and purpose of life’s game—a wisp of fairy dust into the eyes, so as to see life in all things—万物—much more intelligibly.
Throughout the nooks of random books, inside the crannies of the mind—ancient philosophers embrace modern times—hallowed halls of immortal wisdom and emergent knowledge—potent antidotes initiating de-stupification of a weary, exploited, enfeebled mind.
The never-ending flow of consistent methodology drawing from the well of the river of infinity—creation of an ideal situation, as you will soon see, fortifying all theories of renewed sentient beings.
As she often said with a comforting smile, she is the originator of the ‘
The protocol of talking to strangers and the enrichment from such encounters are testaments to a life flowing from within, awakening those who feel the vibrations of her energy and enlightened spin.
Indeed, the mysterious 
Perseverance proved to be a practical protocol to which she adheres—after years of self-administered education, a quasi-matriculation of actualization, she took the long road to a psychology degree—the script written in the stars by ‘seity.’
No one can know when it is time to go, but true to form, Maggie lights the eternal flame of benevolence toward each other, embodying the model of a modern woman hailing from ancient traditions.
The 
Finely tuned microscopic details reveal a surreal abstract notion of arcane non-verbal communication protocol—dial in to see *\(^o^)/*
Alice and Umeko could not resist their hearts speaking to each other via powerful intuition—
As has been foretold, the koi pond comes once again, the final chapter of this fable being written, where the fork in the road leads to ΩNE.
Return to the reality of the infinite nature in harmony with spectral spirits known as ‘seity’—embedded inside all beings inhabiting the nooks and crannies of humanity’s highest visionary dreams.
Omnipresent social constructs, cultural protocols, and encoded DNA formulate diverse cultures and their distinctive emergent societies.
Moreover, even now in modern Japan, it is prudent to observe each individual situation and behave appropriately, lest the hammer of Japanese society pound the pesky nail down.
The Japanese even have a quirky little phrase, kusare-en—
Onoda Hirō was the last Japanese soldier of World War II to surrender, which he did on March 9, 1974—a full 29 years after the nuclear holocaust perpetrated by 
Embodying values based on the ancient principles of the Japanese, Onoda Hirō was instilled with the strong values of loyalty and perseverance, facilitating the wherewithal for his 29-year, awe-inspiring camping trip in the deep, humid jungle of the Philippines.
Living until the ripe old age of 91, Onoda Hirō was reunited with his tutelary deities on January 16, 2014—a full 27 years after the 
If we had fewer men, it wouldn’t be a big deal. Same in nature: for 30 cows, one bull is plenty.
This young bright man from the far reaches of northern Japan, answer was straight and plain as day—“I can not do that”—is all that was said.
“It is not that you can’t—it is that you won’t”—therein lies the spin.
Instead of can’t, say won’t—thus, becoming clear and known—the solution to the mundane problem of beating the swelter was rejected as the perfect resolution to the stinking heat—take a lose and 
Perhaps platitudes come with an attitude, and in this, one must be careful not to come off as a 
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