THE HELLO KITTY MIND

My apartment mate flew a suggestion by me that one of her late brother's friends had made. She did not sound very enthusiastic about it, and as you would expect, I did not sound very enthusiastic. Reason being that both of us barf at sentimental crap. Genuine feelings, okay. We can deal with that. Flowers, butterflies, and little fairies? Oh stuff it. Please.

Look, if you're going to suggest sappy stuff to people on the spectrum, you should expect a slap down. And no "let's all pray together" either.

As the father in Monty Python's 'Holy Grail' put it, succinctly, "and no singing!"


We don't deal well with imbeciles. That's why she is on antidepressents, and I'm a grumpy old bachelor.


On a different note, an East Asian female tourist got on the bus yesterday with not one but THREE Hello Kitty dolls. Larger than life size if Hello Kitty were a cat. She had a lovely face, but I couldn't help thinking that travelling halfway across the planet to buy Hello Kitty stuff as a souvenir is plenty bloody ridiculous. Says something bad about your sense and values.

Now, bear in mind that in the entire foregoing text I have strenuously avoided a certain term. Sentimental "shit". Hello Kitty "shit". Cottonwool. With butterflies. And widlflowers. And little fairies. And small animals dancing while having cups of tea! So touching, so spiritual.
Beauty beauty beauty!

Here's a picture of a frozen wasteland filled with snow. It's covering up all the precious feelings. And freezing them solid so that they cannot be expressed.
Feelings do not survive frostbite or hypothermia.


As I said, a lovely face. Very pretty! Probably an empty head behind it, and a softly bleating voice, but no brain to speak of. Probably not Japanese, because they've got so much Hello Kitty overthere it's coming out their ears, and they barf Hello Kitty in their sleep. So very likely Chinese (Hong Kong, Mainland, or Taiwan), or Korean. Beautiful kissy lips. So sad no brain!


So, what did you think about America? "There's Hello Kitty there! Weeeeeeee!"


Everywhere she goes she buys Hello Kitty shit.
Hello Kitty dances with sailors.
Didn't you know that?
A floozy!



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