Fourth Wall
“Pesetas tickle the following book ends.”
The fourth wall isn't to be confused with the Fifth wall, nor the sixth, seventh or eighth walls
The Indonesian paper wall was boring. He said three shekels for rickshaw rental. Four shekels for bike rental, and five for a Malay folk song recitation at Johnston square tomorrow at 1.50 pm. I paid the money, but was still bored. So I paid him seventy inx-cents as a tip. How does the money go? Oh right. Some pens, a sock, a bookcase, and a casebook. The glue cost me thirty inx-cents extra.
He wanted me to buy the dumb stug. The dumb stug set me back an estimated thirty shekels in Israeli data-format. Boring? I brought my homework, and my work home. At no extra charge, thanks to the fourth wall!
Memedatic cross-referenced divisory mobile phones of dread and electricity don't cost much. Unless you're sitting at the Boring Blank Stone Space of Equitation, wondering how the tickled escudo should snarf the scarf. I saw it. Dumb stug. Kra aside, there wasn't much point to the twitching for my fingernails. Soon I found a pharmacy. The pharmacy was cheap, starting from three euros/twenty-four shekels to a piece of medical glue (200 grams) from six million euros. Lebanese data-cronies saw that surreal benchtop and desk. And that was it. At least for now.
Thirty-three years passed. Gott wisst was a very nice woman who showed me into her house, singing Papuan folk songs about the medically corrupted husband of the guy who sat on a TV game show for 14 years, winning money and not doing much, except that she frequently broke the Fourth Wall.
Bold text. I guess that was it.