I actually had fun with this... lol grin


The obvious... Three old discontented assholes; Absolutely convinced of their own singular intellectual prowess and command of all earthly concerns. There is no higher power than these who so proudly proclaim dominion over the lesser fortunate, and no God to challenge their authority. Crafters of their own reality, masters of their own destiny, commanders of their own abnormality. Flawless freaks of evolution with no contribution to any viable solution...
They are Shameless, Aimless, and Witless.

Here we find them in their native environment. A sequestered partition in an obscure artificial mindscape, intended to facilitate melodic creativity... But, intentions are fruitless because they can't seem to agree upon the idiosyncratic question of, "Why?"
Shameless says love and lust are fundamental to inspiration.
Aimless ponders over deeper ephemeral meaning.
Witless just wants to get paid.

As usual, they are locked in a cursive contestation of perpetual blame.
Shhhhhh, be careful not to interrupt them.
Don't allow their focus to shift upon you.
Just listen...

"Objection," shouts Witless! "I can't possibly be expected to compete with a computer that's smarter and more eloquent than the Devil!
THIS ISN'T FUNNY, DAMN'IT!
I'll have to use AI to write my songs, and sell my guitar to pay for studio time...
HOW THE HELL DOES THAT GET ME PAID!?!"

The three retreat to momentary silent contemplation...

Aimless furrows his brow, "Why am I always stuck between these two IMBECILES!
My computer ATE all my dongs!"

Shameless laughs, "Between? We've been doing this for 100yrs! You're a fly that won't die! Even WITH AI, you STILL CAN'T SPELL!!!"

Aimless considers the hard rhymes and quickly thumbs his phone...
...mumbling something about starfish and baby-oil.

Early Monday morning...

Another quick foray into the flames of the metaphysical versus the empirical...
And by 10am, our three favorite bumbling blathering bloviators are ready for a Mimosa and a nap.

Aimless can't sleep...
The inimitable presence of God mixed with champagne floods his mind with disturbing images of his Mother and the Pope!

Filled with inconsolable ire, and gas, he carefully devises his next assault upon his nemeses... "I RULE HERE!," he muses...

"Quit staring at me while I sleep, freak!" Witless murmurs wiping drool from his cheek. "I swear, once I have enough money, I'm gonna' buy another wife and leave you assholes for good!"

Shameless feigns disinterest...

Our sideshow trio try to block out the sky, as musical magicians just walk on by...

Witless gnashes his teeth, "Look at them all! Don't they know that "WE" are the only true maestros here?!? SOMEBODY DO SOMETHING! Who do these amateur, screeching, dirt dwelling, banjo beaters think they are!?!"

Shameless "douche-bag" feigns indifference...

Aimless flips out, "Qee? Wjo taba fyuk r U?!? Yu an Shamablabba knt rite shite!!!!!! Stooped Azzzzz!!!!!"

As usual, Shameless anonymously revels in the glory of his discorded opus. He patiently waits for another inconspicuous opportunity to set his mirror minions in motion. His war against God and all things Christian rages loudly in his tortured and demonic mind. The lowest low is not enough. The ugliest provocation is always warranted. Derogation is his only imperative. A lie is always preferable to accountability. And stinking, wretched, putrescence in the name of higher minded sophistry is always his MO.

Subversion with a polite smile...
By any means necessary it seems...

Anger is the easiest emotion...

"I'm not evil, I'm just misunderstood..." Shameless gleefully chimes on a Tuesday morning. "I don't antagonize my minions, I encourage them to express themselves. I'm not intrusive, I'm merely observant. If I take a deeply personal interest in the psychological malady of others, I only do so with sincerity and love in my heart. Honestly revealing our vulnerabilities is how we earn trust and practice positive regard. Fearlessly confronting each other is healthy and ultimately respectful. It's how we clear the air and maintain lighthearted joviality. Besides, who doesn't occasionally enjoy pulling the wings off of an annoying fly?"

Aimless winces with fearful disgust...

Then his compulsive neurosis takes over, "Nobody is smarter, more knowledgeable, more talented, or more devoted to the cause than ME! I have nothing to prove so just shut up and do as I say! Quit undermining my authority and trying to make me look stupid! God will judge you for judging me! Fack off U horses Azzz!!!"
His Inadequate Personality Disorder tends to make him a bit paranoid, and overcompensate with long winded blathering about disjointed, incomprehensible nonsense.
Just give him a minute to wind down...

Wednesday morning and Shameless' sphere of influence is eerily quiet... His minions simply can't keep up with his farcical dog wagging. Even peripheral observers raise their eyebrows in wonder of what he's talking about. Many have even abandoned him for fear of being associated with such extreme, duplicitous, and divisive tactics.
He is not dissuaded however; He has never been able to clearly discern anything beyond his own arrogance anyway. Exaggerated deception is just a means to an end.

Meanwhile, Aimless flits around like an annoying fly, failing to attract any real attention to himself.

And still, Witless just wants to get paid.

Death, taxes, and JPF...

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