mon day

 I do mon words. I mean, I talk in mon words. It's not true that it's just to save time. I do them to add a bit of the strange to my speech. The big tech guys can hear me (they can hear your too) and they use their math to try to get what I and all of us say. They try to 'grok' it, if you want to use that word, and they try to guess what comes next, what might come next. Their math works and it works well if what you say is bound to a wide, broad norm. But with mon words, you can add bits (or take bits out) so that no math can grok you. You are forced with mon words to talk kind of weird, so be it and so I do. A guy or gal can still get me and know what I mean, but math can't. At least I hope.

Not nuff guys and gals talk in a way that math can't grok, to my mind. More should, so I try to spread the word on this stuff. It has not worked yet. Guys and gals find it nice and fine to use more than mon words. They do use mon words of course, they just use more too, which makes their speech a piece of cake for the math to grok. To my mind, they are all dupes, these guys and gals, but I of course still love them and want them to join me. Or, they could think up more, new ways to do the same sort of mon word thing. They could come up with more new ways of their own to scape math. It's not just me who's smart. At least I hope.

So I was out in the air one day in the near past. Just one day in the past, not now. And I walked by a Ring next to a front door down the street. These things watch you and save what they see. They coat my hood and you can't walk but that they see you. I hate them. They form a sort of cage that you can't see. I try of course to look nice and safe as they watch me. But in my mind, my thoughts are not nice and safe. That's why I try to keep them, my thoughts, locked up and not in view. The same goes for my speech. My phone, my comp, my friends' phones, their comps and of course much more that I don't see or know of, they all hear my words too. A cage you can't see part two. Or the same cage if you zoom out in your head. 

Well, I got lost. Let's try one more time. So I was out in the air in my hood. I had left my house to go buy some food at the store, some milk, cheese, eggs, cukes, bluebs, yog, broc, you know. And I ran cross this guy which of course is kind of odd since no one does much in the way of new friends on the street now. Then too? I can't see clear back then, so I don't know. He says to me, well, he did not of course use mon words, but I want to keep his thoughts safe too so I'll take his speech and make it mon words for you, for me, for all of us. So he says, I've seen you here in the past, like six or eight days in the past. You made this long, wide arc as you walked. I think you tried to steer clear of that watch node in the store car lot. You do that each time you come to the store. You want that they can't see you? Good luck. That shit can't be done that way. I should know, I've tried and it don't work. They can still make a guess about you and your path since it's so smooth and just like the paths of the guys and gals who are bound to the norm. You have to walk with jerks, not smooth, bob, weave, twitch (he showed me some moves as he said this). That's what you have to do. Move your arms in weird ways, shake your legs and then stop real quick. 

Now it's hard to show his speech, mon words or not, but he talked like he walked with fast starts and stops and half words and more than one word squished to make one big word, but with parts not there. He did sound nuts, but if you knew like I did that he meant to talk that way, as a goal, it was not nuts, but quite sane, to my mind. He spoke like a comp that did not work good, like some guy had broke it. On the street you would think he did not have a house, that he was sick in the head, that he was not safe. As we talked then, he told me that he wears these weird clothes (he made a point with his fing to them) so as not to be seen by the Ring nodes in the big cage that we all live in. What's more, he can't have a job or a house. If he did, he would get caught in the cage. Of course, if he had a nice house in the woods or a thing like that, he could also not get caught, but to get nuff cash for that, he would need the sort of job as part of the cage. So no job, no house. In fact, he asked me for some cash for food. No cards either of course. Life was hard this way, but he had to do it to be free from the cage at least. He could use a new friend to join him, loads of friends if he was to be frank, he said. If a large group of guys and gals joined and left and left the cage like he had, we could all be free. I liked this, but it scared me. It was too much and I still thought my own mon word ways would keep me safe, well ish, and free, um, ish. I walked home and for fun I did a quick herk and jerk, stop and start in front of a Ring node just to see what it felt like.