Okay so um (this is a great way to start)
I grew up in Brooks City-Base, Texas,
which is a military base located a
little ways away from San Antonio.
I don’t know if you know what military
bases are like but they are very insulated
and bizarre communities whose halfway
attempts at non-insulation and -bizarreness
make them even more insulated and bizarre
(like for example there were Burger Kings and
other such fast food chains in Brooks City-Base
but they were all weird Military Base-esque Burger Kings
with focus group-tested menu items
and American flags hanging everywhere).
The military-run school system there
and on all other military bases is very strange
in an almost self-parodically militaristic way.
Like for example one day one of the teachers
was teaching us about nuclear explosions and he took out
a map of Texas and then another one specifically
of the San Antonio area and started drawing concentric
circles around Brooks City-Base with a protractor,
saying that if a nuclear bomb were to be dropped in
the area then everything within these circles would be destroyed.
You can start at your house and draw increasingly large
concentric circles, engulfing all of your friends’ houses
and all of the Military Burger Kings and then also the public
pool from which the families of two teenagers were permanently
banned because the two teenagers were caught
covertly trying to **** each other underwater while surrounded by
old women laboriously swimming laps and kids wearing
one-piece suits stuffed with swim bubbles (the parents of
one of the teenagers never forgave him, moved away, founded an
experimental company predicated entirely upon the nebulous mission statement
of “ideas worth spreading” while their kid was left to enlist in the army),
and then you can keep drawing these concentric circles even
outside of the state of Texas. You can keep reaching outward
until you reach even here, in Palm Springs, California,
where I am speaking to you all, you in business suits and ties
and me in a ratty T-shirt and sweatpants; you all shuffling in your seats
and looking at your shoes and me standing up here on this stage, almost
robotically still; I am speaking to you and you are all clearly not listening
so goodbye.
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i bet the spacing messed up a shitton
I grew up in Brooks City-Base, Texas,
which is a military base located a
little ways away from San Antonio.
I don’t know if you know what military
bases are like but they are very insulated
and bizarre communities whose halfway
attempts at non-insulation and -bizarreness
make them even more insulated and bizarre
(like for example there were Burger Kings and
other such fast food chains in Brooks City-Base
but they were all weird Military Base-esque Burger Kings
with focus group-tested menu items
and American flags hanging everywhere).
The military-run school system there
and on all other military bases is very strange
in an almost self-parodically militaristic way.
Like for example one day one of the teachers
was teaching us about nuclear explosions and he took out
a map of Texas and then another one specifically
of the San Antonio area and started drawing concentric
circles around Brooks City-Base with a protractor,
saying that if a nuclear bomb were to be dropped in
the area then everything within these circles would be destroyed.
You can start at your house and draw increasingly large
concentric circles, engulfing all of your friends’ houses
and all of the Military Burger Kings and then also the public
pool from which the families of two teenagers were permanently
banned because the two teenagers were caught
covertly trying to **** each other underwater while surrounded by
old women laboriously swimming laps and kids wearing
one-piece suits stuffed with swim bubbles (the parents of
one of the teenagers never forgave him, moved away, founded an
experimental company predicated entirely upon the nebulous mission statement
of “ideas worth spreading” while their kid was left to enlist in the army),
and then you can keep drawing these concentric circles even
outside of the state of Texas. You can keep reaching outward
until you reach even here, in Palm Springs, California,
where I am speaking to you all, you in business suits and ties
and me in a ratty T-shirt and sweatpants; you all shuffling in your seats
and looking at your shoes and me standing up here on this stage, almost
robotically still; I am speaking to you and you are all clearly not listening
so goodbye.
----
i bet the spacing messed up a shitton
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