A parody review of "Beelzebub´s Tales to His Grandson" by G I Gurdjieff.
I have
reached the realization, pertaining to the oft-repeated decision-making process
of the universal constant and constabulary, that humanity shan't be made
approachable by any meaningful and straightforward means, making it pertinent,
indeed inevitable, to communicate mentally what truths may be deemed
appropriate by a process known as Honkatonkabuffagrabba, and thereby increase
the mentational potential, perchance giving rise to something akin to a less
conditioned existence in the foreseeable time-sequence known as "future
perfect" of this race of thinking meat beings.
My dear Saddam Hussein, I have visisted this world seven times, and the first time I encountered a wise being named Kundaleenee Lantoo, who was sent to this system by a renegade named Pasha Ashta Astichka, and also his servant, Mr. Bon-Bon. They invented the process known as Honkatonkabuffagrabba, and clearing it with His Universal Eminency, got a blank cheque to investigate its manifold possibilities in the system Meherbabababushkakatebushka, under the influence of a certain organ, the name of which is impossible to pronounce for thinking meat beings.
I also visited Paris in France, my dear Adso. There I made the stunning and perforce highly awkward discovery, related to the mentational processes as previously described by Kundaleenee Lanto and Pasha, that most Frenchmen are more interested in their girlfriends and cheap sleezy erotic arousal through Rococo interiors, than the higher truths preached by His Universal Eminency. This is due to a fourth-wayed, whirling process known as Hamasjihadajumhuryiababa, and in consequence thereof, the thinking meat beings have forgot their true processual thinking, forcing me to come the most unpalatable conclusion, that the great commission of the good lord Amatoconda Cantahiria must thereby be relocated to the planet Willywonka, thereby easing the transition for the great plurality, indeed majority, of these conditioned thinking meat beings, under the sway of the Honkatonkabuffagrabba.
Got it?
:P
My dear Saddam Hussein, I have visisted this world seven times, and the first time I encountered a wise being named Kundaleenee Lantoo, who was sent to this system by a renegade named Pasha Ashta Astichka, and also his servant, Mr. Bon-Bon. They invented the process known as Honkatonkabuffagrabba, and clearing it with His Universal Eminency, got a blank cheque to investigate its manifold possibilities in the system Meherbabababushkakatebushka, under the influence of a certain organ, the name of which is impossible to pronounce for thinking meat beings.
I also visited Paris in France, my dear Adso. There I made the stunning and perforce highly awkward discovery, related to the mentational processes as previously described by Kundaleenee Lanto and Pasha, that most Frenchmen are more interested in their girlfriends and cheap sleezy erotic arousal through Rococo interiors, than the higher truths preached by His Universal Eminency. This is due to a fourth-wayed, whirling process known as Hamasjihadajumhuryiababa, and in consequence thereof, the thinking meat beings have forgot their true processual thinking, forcing me to come the most unpalatable conclusion, that the great commission of the good lord Amatoconda Cantahiria must thereby be relocated to the planet Willywonka, thereby easing the transition for the great plurality, indeed majority, of these conditioned thinking meat beings, under the sway of the Honkatonkabuffagrabba.
Got it?
:P
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