Wheel On a Stick Part 3

-------------------------------------------------------- The Cinematic Film Treatment as Poetic Element -------------------------------------------------------- Mechanical Intervention in the Nick of Time Biography of the greatest cryptoanalyst of them all, "Bumpy" Boedecker Hines, custodial staff at Blimply Park, where the best Scrabble players known to humanity work feverishly night and day to crack the great enigma of glosso-hominymetry, the ability of speech to convey more than one meaning simultaneously: a problem that has plagued civilization since the invention of the charred stick, with which was mapped, at the dawn of time the great Panoply of Mischance that got us here to everyday common sense reality where Bumpy, finding a Conundrum Model 4444 encryptor in pieces in a waste basket, hurled there in utter frustration by dept. head Sir Percival Burneydick III, whose temporary bouts of apoplectic wall bouncing left him unable to recall which end of the screwdriver is normally grasped; a problem that Bumpy had been able to evade as he arranged the Conundrum 4444's bits into bags according to weight and shook the bags vigorously while shouting "Ala Kazaam!" three times so that, little by little, the Conundrum 4444's parts lined up tab A to slot A much like molecules are managed in the cells of living organisms, whereupon, within a matter of several months of periodic agitation, the Conundrum 4444 sat shiny and proud (and ready to decrypt the actual thoughts of men) upon Bumpy's now uncluttered workbench where he began to dissect the process by which sadism, administered in measured quantities to the unwary, was believed to be a fruitful benefit to mankind by simply "making them smarter" via Pavlovian reflex pedagogy or, in the not so rare cases of death while building a "stairway to heaven", made them into angels; a nice win-win situation by any measure, particularly among esoteric wayfarers churning out victory in the Sea of Absolutist Perfection where perception was craftily equated to reality via a logic that resisted all contextual input in a global conspiracy of mental insulation which Bumpy, whose eyes slowly opened and grew wider and wider and wider until all that he was was a mosaic of probabilities without measurement or comparison of any sort whatsoever when he concluded without effort that sanity actually extended life and comfort in an existence dominated by inexorable tomorrows. From "Theater of Utter Charm" Available on Amazon