Undefeated
You look confused, that's good.
If you're keeping everyone on their toes, off their rockers, out through the in door, you can stay ahead. Stay ahead, and you don't lose. That's important.
Have you seen Bob? Of course not; no one sees Bob. But I'm pretty sure I'm to get something from him here. I delivered the forty-two this morning. It was tricky, so very tricky. But it has to be. Can't be just anyone who gets this.
Oh. Here, have some of my sandwich. All you had to do was ask.
You'd know Bob if you heard him. Not that French guy, the real Robert Mutt. Maybe you're related? Anyway, he came to me in a park like this one. Or maybe it was a dream. Or a dream about a park. Yes, it was the library. Baltimore, yes.
He talked to me, told me the secret. Told me about the game.
Now, I know if you play it on the internet, you can't acknowledge you're playing it, or you automatically lose. But that's cheating. The trick is to play it off-line. In the real analog eat log world!
You see, it all started 100 years ago, when the true artists rejected art to experience what true art is. Bob Mutt was one of them. He kept trying to show people art that was not art, and make them understand, hate him. At first they refused him. But then it all went wrong. Everything he made or found or put together or pulled apart -- it all got declared ART. It's like he was King Midas. Everything he touched turned to exhibitions at the MOMA. Finally, he picked up some dog-crap he found -- no offense -- and plopped it down right in the middle of the room during a white tie exhibition. "There!" he shouted.
Get this: Everyone applauded! Warhol just stood there with tears in his eyes. Some Rockefeller guy gave Bob a check for ten grand.
So that's when he left. Left it all behind. Some say he died. Some say he never even lived, and was just someone else's alias. But what he did was retreat to a secret place where he could come up with the game. He worked it all out. And now only a lucky few, those with the right kinds of mind, can play. Yes, that does include me.
You should have seen me before I played. I had silenced all the voices in my head, including my own. It was so quiet. Too darn quiet. So, one day, I threw the pills away and I went to the library. That's when I first heard him, and I learned. That's when I knew my destiny. I was going to be the first, the very first, to play the whole game through. And win.
It wasn't easy at first. My folks didn't understand. I had to leave my job, had to, this is so much more important. Took me weeks to get them away from me. But I had seen the first clues. They were so clear. Leading me. I solved that big puzzle in Florida. Then I decoded that grafitti poem in Atlanta. Each test got harder. Even with the Principia Discordia and my footnotes. Washington D.C. was awful: so many cyphers, every monument, every statue. So much noise! But I found the answer; there it was, hidden under that dumpster in Chevy Chase. That was the key! I understood. I had to get outside to see in.
I've seen so many other people try this, try the game, and fail. They get arrested. They give up. Or the bridge...
Anyway, after Boston, I heard him whisper again. Yeah, him, Bob. I had to come here, to New York. Get among the truth detectives, learn their ways. And I figured out what they were doing wrong. All wrong. They're looking in the wrong place! It doesn't matter what happened -- wait, let me whisper this -- it does not matter what happened that day, what was in the towers or why they fell. They are dust now, that's over. What's important is, what is inside the new one. Ah, you see now? Almost got thrown out a couple of times, but I worked it out. I worked it out! And I counted out the right spot here in Central Park to drop off the results.
So, that's it. Waited here all day. Glad you came by to keep me company. Oh, here's your ball. That man coming over here, oh, he's for you. Run to him. Good boy, good dog!
OK, sir, wherever you are, I know you heard some of that. Didn't tell a person, so I didn't cheat. But it would be so nice if you could just let me know...
Mmm, that's no ordinary squirrel there. His tail. They communicate with their tails. It's flicking in code. Dot dash dash dash dash, dot dash dash dash dash, dash dash dash dash dot. Dot dash dash dash dash, dot dash dash dash dash, dash dash dash dash dot! Yes! One-one-nine! The three most important numbers in this city, reversed! Something so clever, it must be from you!
Oh, don't run away! What are you trying to tell me? Maybe something in the trash... what's this? This sports page, scribbled on with ink pen. There's a game circled. Arkansas at Texas A&M. Think -- what does it mean?
It wouldn't just say the place right out, that would be too easy. Could fall into the wrong hands. But I know, I know, that Arkansas' team color is not just red, it's Cardinal; they were Cardinals before they were Razorbacks. Cardinal, could mean anything, state bird, too many states. But this is the sports page. And the other team, A&M, A, M. So it must be, it is -- St. Louis! That's where Mr. Noory broadcasts from. So I've got to get to Missouri, and get my instructions coded on "Coast to Coast AM."
I knew it! Thank you so much, I knew it! I've swept the east coast leg of the game -- undefeated -- and can move on to the Midwest.
Can't wait to see what I'll find next.
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Entry for LJ Idol: Season 9, Week 22, Topic: " sweep the leg." You gonna eat that?
If you're keeping everyone on their toes, off their rockers, out through the in door, you can stay ahead. Stay ahead, and you don't lose. That's important.
Have you seen Bob? Of course not; no one sees Bob. But I'm pretty sure I'm to get something from him here. I delivered the forty-two this morning. It was tricky, so very tricky. But it has to be. Can't be just anyone who gets this.
Oh. Here, have some of my sandwich. All you had to do was ask.
You'd know Bob if you heard him. Not that French guy, the real Robert Mutt. Maybe you're related? Anyway, he came to me in a park like this one. Or maybe it was a dream. Or a dream about a park. Yes, it was the library. Baltimore, yes.
He talked to me, told me the secret. Told me about the game.
Now, I know if you play it on the internet, you can't acknowledge you're playing it, or you automatically lose. But that's cheating. The trick is to play it off-line. In the real analog eat log world!
You see, it all started 100 years ago, when the true artists rejected art to experience what true art is. Bob Mutt was one of them. He kept trying to show people art that was not art, and make them understand, hate him. At first they refused him. But then it all went wrong. Everything he made or found or put together or pulled apart -- it all got declared ART. It's like he was King Midas. Everything he touched turned to exhibitions at the MOMA. Finally, he picked up some dog-crap he found -- no offense -- and plopped it down right in the middle of the room during a white tie exhibition. "There!" he shouted.
Get this: Everyone applauded! Warhol just stood there with tears in his eyes. Some Rockefeller guy gave Bob a check for ten grand.
So that's when he left. Left it all behind. Some say he died. Some say he never even lived, and was just someone else's alias. But what he did was retreat to a secret place where he could come up with the game. He worked it all out. And now only a lucky few, those with the right kinds of mind, can play. Yes, that does include me.
You should have seen me before I played. I had silenced all the voices in my head, including my own. It was so quiet. Too darn quiet. So, one day, I threw the pills away and I went to the library. That's when I first heard him, and I learned. That's when I knew my destiny. I was going to be the first, the very first, to play the whole game through. And win.
It wasn't easy at first. My folks didn't understand. I had to leave my job, had to, this is so much more important. Took me weeks to get them away from me. But I had seen the first clues. They were so clear. Leading me. I solved that big puzzle in Florida. Then I decoded that grafitti poem in Atlanta. Each test got harder. Even with the Principia Discordia and my footnotes. Washington D.C. was awful: so many cyphers, every monument, every statue. So much noise! But I found the answer; there it was, hidden under that dumpster in Chevy Chase. That was the key! I understood. I had to get outside to see in.
I've seen so many other people try this, try the game, and fail. They get arrested. They give up. Or the bridge...
Anyway, after Boston, I heard him whisper again. Yeah, him, Bob. I had to come here, to New York. Get among the truth detectives, learn their ways. And I figured out what they were doing wrong. All wrong. They're looking in the wrong place! It doesn't matter what happened -- wait, let me whisper this -- it does not matter what happened that day, what was in the towers or why they fell. They are dust now, that's over. What's important is, what is inside the new one. Ah, you see now? Almost got thrown out a couple of times, but I worked it out. I worked it out! And I counted out the right spot here in Central Park to drop off the results.
So, that's it. Waited here all day. Glad you came by to keep me company. Oh, here's your ball. That man coming over here, oh, he's for you. Run to him. Good boy, good dog!
OK, sir, wherever you are, I know you heard some of that. Didn't tell a person, so I didn't cheat. But it would be so nice if you could just let me know...
Mmm, that's no ordinary squirrel there. His tail. They communicate with their tails. It's flicking in code. Dot dash dash dash dash, dot dash dash dash dash, dash dash dash dash dot. Dot dash dash dash dash, dot dash dash dash dash, dash dash dash dash dot! Yes! One-one-nine! The three most important numbers in this city, reversed! Something so clever, it must be from you!
Oh, don't run away! What are you trying to tell me? Maybe something in the trash... what's this? This sports page, scribbled on with ink pen. There's a game circled. Arkansas at Texas A&M. Think -- what does it mean?
It wouldn't just say the place right out, that would be too easy. Could fall into the wrong hands. But I know, I know, that Arkansas' team color is not just red, it's Cardinal; they were Cardinals before they were Razorbacks. Cardinal, could mean anything, state bird, too many states. But this is the sports page. And the other team, A&M, A, M. So it must be, it is -- St. Louis! That's where Mr. Noory broadcasts from. So I've got to get to Missouri, and get my instructions coded on "Coast to Coast AM."
I knew it! Thank you so much, I knew it! I've swept the east coast leg of the game -- undefeated -- and can move on to the Midwest.
Can't wait to see what I'll find next.
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Entry for LJ Idol: Season 9, Week 22, Topic: " sweep the leg." You gonna eat that?