SUCK FACE BLOW - Psy Ops Contained Subject Specimen!

The Coquetries Of

SUCK FACE

BLOW

PSY-OPS CONTAINED SUBJECT SPECIMEN!

A Short Fiction Series

That Is Supposed To Suck!

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

05/31/2007

So there I was sitting and pondering on all of the magnificent things I had experienced in my existence. Doing so in the cold, metal laden cafeteria of an unknown location and obviously institutionalized building.

I could have been on another planet for all I know. There was really no way to be sure with all of the modern space ship stuff and technological advance and all.

What I did know is where this area of my rather peculiar life had began... becoming a top notch Psy Ops Experiment Specimen, that is.

That kind of credibility doesn't come easy.... my parents still think I should be proud of that alone. Out of all of the possible candidates for such haphazard, potentially mind numbing secret government psychological variations of conditioning (such as the plunger salesman from down the street), they chose me to twiddle and experiment on!

It truly began when my mother got her five year token in Munchhausen Syndrome Anonymous. It was part of the ceremony in offering a list of directions within the medical industry, in which a caring mother might choose to place their child as a sort of middle ground regarding the incredibly mutated tendency of said caring mothers.. more specifically, the caring mothers having reached a five year mark in the program itself.

She talked it over with my father who of course, as most are regarding Munchhausen spouses, was all but entirely flaccid concerning things about raising a child, and he agreed readily that I should be part of some extended program as a part of her healing process.

It didn't hurt that my mother was extended the ultra-secret important opportunity within the listed medical study opportunities, which consisted of affiliation with an intensive Psychological Operations control.

Before I knew it, I was locked away and being starved in some undisclosed location... in what seemed to be a single-wide mobile home trailer.. and of course inundated with various forms and amplitudes of microwave frequencies.

Not to mention the occasion personal treatment involving degrees of threatening behavior and interactions utilizing various implements; Guns and the sort, bludgeoning tools... and the ever present atmosphere of impending doom.

When I look back at it... I can see how the sleep deprivation, starvation and psychological affronts really worked well together.

In some countries it may have even qualified as living art.. but only in the more undeveloped nations I am sure.

I must hand it to them though... while I was consistently brought to a level of psychological and physical torment... I didn't really feel the need to entirely snap.

Maybe that is something to be said about my person... but I would hate to see what could befall an individual for laying claim to such personal credit as a well stabilized personality. Especially in light of the desired results of such a control study, seemed very much to prove the inferiority and instability of anyone having been immersed within such a program. It is probably better that I somehow attribute such stability to the professional experimenter guy types that were running the show show to speak... as it must surely be as result of their design in such.

In considering it further.... the only real new experience for me in it - beyond the amplified and over accentuated threatening behavior - was the intense bursts of microwave pollution like frequencies. For most part, the entirety of it seemed a magnified... intensified version of a schoolyard in a special needs ward... but the intense exposure to microwaves was an experience to remember.

It truly must be a match made in heaven as the saying goes. Those tending toward Munchhausen like sensibilities and this particular area of Psy Ops research. You first only need a well adjusted individual... perhaps even a productive, maybe even caring individual that might even have some monetary worth as a kicker... and then someone in the Munchhausen Anonymous program affiliated with the Psy Ops thing to say they are their mother. You put their head in a big microwave and.... The rest of it is kind of automatic as far as sequence goes.

Most of the way, anyhow... at least up until the part where the parent figures get to then display the previously well adjusted individual now miraculously STILL a well adjusted individual.. though obviously at this point, such an example of/in levels of human advance and even subtle failures IS ENTIRELY AS RESULT OF THE INCREDIBLY SUCCESSFUL SOCIAL CONDITIONING PROGRAM WHICH IS ALWAYS TO BE SEEN AS AN INTEGRAL AND IMPORTANT PART OF SOCIETY.

After the program is administered... there is no other option than to realize that it is and was the existence of such important areas of social activity, which wrought the given level of personal human example within the specimen. Except of course for which ever personality flaws there might be... those are entirely due to a lack of compliance on the part of the specimen.

Mother is pleased and so are the areas of social concern. Both being even more important AND fulfilling the demented, psychological mutations in and around such things as Munchhausen syndrome entirely within a legal spectrum... except of course for the Top Secret parts (such as appropriation of said worth) which of course yet again, are Top Secret.

All while mother is recovering from the socially outed and raw version of such a disorder!

I am no less than incredibly blessed to have been included in such important social and human advance (as it will always be presented as, I am sure)! I must really owe them for that one.

How many people can say they have claimed their place in history in such a manner?

No one of importance obviously... maybe just some political prisoners that get tortured and stuff. But that is nowhere near as cool as the Psy Ops thingy.

I am SUCK FACE BLOW.... and I am SUCK FACE BLOW entirely due to modern social standards! Particularly the idea where Munchhausen like mentalities dictate the politically correct atmosphere. And especially in the areas where the Munchhausen parties could use a few extra bucks.

It truly is a better world because of it. Just ask 'em.. they'll tell ya'!

SUCK FACE BLOW - Pimp

The Coquetries Of

SUCK FACE

BLOW

PIMP!

A Short Fiction Series

That Is Supposed To Suck!

By

David A. Archer

02/15/1968

11/02/2006

(05/20/2007)

I could tell from a very young age that I was bound for greatness... this even more so than the average individual that can recall moments of clarity in regard to the existence being savant like, which as many can attest, is not that uncommon. In fact, as people age and realize that there actually are individuals having experienced such sensations in heightened regards... it seems that there also almost automatically become more individuals that could describe for you such potentials as they made themselves known to them in there suddenly, slightly more special childhoods.

In so many words, our modern society creates situations where people tend to embellish more as they age and are exposed to other people... that is just kind of how it all rolls along it seems. The more distraught mental cases usually develop into sociopath like tendencies such as identity theft... in some perhaps, even the extremes of psychosis resulting in harmful activities.

I thank the powers that be, that such is not the case in my instance!

No, really. As you can easily tell, I am the real deal!

I knew this very early on when I found myself displaying levels of innovation still generating envy in my adult life and even resonating through out our modern existence. One of which was when I realized my future calling as a pimp.

Most other children grow up in very mundane atmospheres... mostly due, in my opinion, to their own limited cognitive and existential abilities. In so many words, they are their own biggest limitation and I realized this when I found myself in unmatched levels of success at an early age.

All of the other kids on my block were entwined in an insignificant melodrama one summer when it was that one of them set up the neighborhoods first lemonade stand. Needless to say, it spread like a wild fire! Soon every kid on the block was attempting to augment their allowance through what turned out to be a rather crowded market.. which of course led to various marketing tactics and examples of economic strife that I won't go into here. There was even some sabotage and espionage which developed.. but I suppose that kind of stuff is to be reserved for my memoirs as it strays from the meat of my magnificent existence into the realm of observing social effects and issues in the peripheral areas.

I was in no way concerned with jumping onto such a confusion of needless competition. I didn't have to as I knew immediately where it would be that I would find the greatest success and I did so through a basic insight into human tendency resulting in a more accurate realization and prediction of market tendencies.

I knew instinctively that the patronization of the adults concerning lemonade stands was at first only in the interest of presenting the illusion of caring... then, as I suspected beyond my years... only in the interest of competing with one another in some way.. even more so than the aspect of laughing to themselves in front of the ball game.

They were just messing with their heads in no uncertain terms.

I was going to have none of that within any business venture of my own and I knew immediately just what it was the neighborhood was truly in need of... displaying innately, the skills within understanding supply and demand which apparently not everyone else had.

I noticed quietly in those previous years leading to the now infamous lemonade stand wars, that many of the moms and dads had visitors when time permitted. Most times seeming hurried and a bit distraught in such moments of human interaction... I even had the opportunity to observe more closely at one point, which corroborated my initially surmised market dynamic pertaining to distressed and hurried.

I noticed the mail man had lingered out of view one day at my neighbors house.. and found myself peering into a side window which then disclosed said corroboration as I immediately observed a great amount of labored exertion transpiring laced with an overtone of urgency. In fact, they were nearly angry and beginning to perspire when I decided I had seen enough of this obviously difficult human activity.

As the lemonade stand competition continued in the facade it was wrought of... I began a discrete advertising champagne in the neighborhood itself... making sure to only approach each individual within given example couples, when it was that they had a moment alone.

I do count myself rather lucky in this, as it isn't every child who has parents so willing to participate in their child's directions of interest.. so in that I suppose I already had an advantage on the competition raging in other, fabricated markets around the neighborhood.

I discretely presented affordable rates and available visitation times where my parents... both individual and together, could serve the obvious needs previously performed in such haste and concern by other various, more transient individuals.

There was no stopping the success. Within days, I was turning people down for time slot preferences and soon found myself swept up in the glory of profit potentials within basic supply and demand.

My parents even went to part time employment - this being before their retirement years in which they now reside - and we all sat beneath the tree in the front yard sipping on lemonade. Finding within that, the powers vested in the areas of consumer pull as it wasn't long before our buying power and consistent purchases were sought by all of the kids with lemonade stands. We.. within our greater area of success.. could now influence the neighborhoods market simply through sitting there and sipping which ever kids lemonade we happened to choose that day... all while my parents quietly fulfilled their obligations in relation to my front yard business venture.

I only had to quell one internal uprising though.. as my parents soon began to consider larger percentages for themselves which then of course eventually lead to a severe beat down.. which of course I was not wanting to issue concerning the down time I would have to incur as they healed... but as human nature would have it... and even beyond all that we have discovered socially as humans, the beat down was inevitable. As smart as they were... they just didn't get it. But rest assured.. they won't be making such unreasonable demands again, any time soon.

To this day, I am still not too sure as to the specifics of exchange and activity which they performed in their scheduled visits. In fact, I was not that concerned with it then as long as the books were straight... though I am sure it was no where near as labor intensive and distressing as the examples I had seen through cracks in curtains and the like.

Judging from the level of success I experienced that summer... it is obvious that the service itself was far less strenuous.

They did really good, and being the person that I am... even at that age... I saw reward as being as much and even more an incentive than was the sometimes necessary brutality of enforcing.

At the end of that summer, I made sure we all went to the amusement park and had pizza and soda to our hearts content!

I was Suck Face Blow, Pimp! It was the least I could do.