7/16/2021, 11:30 am
Motto: Miss Nevada? Phew.. Progress Never Stops!
Quirkie - shy teenie, a burger flipper, oppressed by a ruthless kkkapitalist (whose "goodies" are made of "universal ducks"!):
~
One murky day, and out of a blue sky, Quirkie gets blitzed by epiphany, discovers THE aim of his existence, aaand.. goes trans-wym! :
Comrade! Get out your reproductive apparat!
(NIKON, KODAK, DAGUERREOTYPE, .. WHATHAVEYA!)
LONG LIVE SNIP HERE, STICK THERE, AND BOTULINUM BOTOX !
Hectapounds of slap and.. and.. (you know the.. the thing) later,
Quirkie (Quirkia?) parades most splendorously shining:
In next to no time, Quirkia (or is it now Quirkayalaxia? Quirkaycalypsia? Quirkx?), pushed by proglosphere and zeitgeist climbs the ladder of victimized superiority.... Soon – talkshow after talkshow, cover after cover, contest after contest –, Quirkx Qrx becomes The Planetary Star № 1, sashays from GenSek UN to Tavarishch Pope to Rockefeller Scoundration, and overshadows Saint Greta.
Klimate, Ze Grait Rezet, Quirkix. The trifecta which masses must bow to.
At the peak of xyp transwym bonanza, Quirkx has an afflatus once again, and xyz Next Step appears before the windows to xyq soul. A thunderous voice blares: Listen, Quirx. Down there, wym kvetch that transwym – ex-myn, after all – compete with them in sports, and (what else?) beat 'em to a pulp. That's not a social construct, Quirko. It's real-life. You go, Quirkix, and you slash that transoppresion, crush that injustice, trash that inequity.
OK, so Qrx starts. Daily running, lifting, pedaling. Sweaty, shaky, huffy-puffy, does a Schwarzenegger ([squared]) [cubed] .
And before long, Qrx (inspirayshun!) feels ready...
like, for the Contestus Ultimus...
qxzyp struts proudly....
. . . . . aaand – we have the winner! Bazinga! Mr. Universe!! Mr. Universe!!! :

Mystery item No. 1
The full competition - all 28 seconds! :
LONG LIVE ANABOLICA, HORMOHOMUNCULI, AND WHATNOT !
And next, a Nouvelle Vague, Neue Welle, New Wave?
Transgenderx start muscling as Transgenderx?

(whaddyathink: transmyn? transwym? transtransmyn?
Mystery item No. 2

(context: Los Superhéroes y la filosofía)
NOTE
To politruks at the Highest Exo-Kubicensorship Agency of Foggy Bottom's Investigative Apparatus (HEKAFoBIA).
TPC denies in strongest possible terms1, that the above story might be construed or conspired or considered as a hidden allegory of this meteoric trifecta: Scranton → Congreeeeeeeeeeeeeeess → P45.
1 pashol von, ty durak ty protivnyi!
APPENDIX
Mystery item No. 3
Quirkie - shy teenie, a burger flipper, oppressed by a ruthless kkkapitalist (whose "goodies" are made of "universal ducks"!):
~One murky day, and out of a blue sky, Quirkie gets blitzed by epiphany, discovers THE aim of his existence, aaand.. goes trans-wym! :
Comrade! Get out your reproductive apparat!
(NIKON, KODAK, DAGUERREOTYPE, .. WHATHAVEYA!)
LONG LIVE SNIP HERE, STICK THERE, AND BOTULINUM BOTOX !
Hectapounds of slap and.. and.. (you know the.. the thing) later,
Quirkie (Quirkia?) parades most splendorously shining:
In next to no time, Quirkia (or is it now Quirkayalaxia? Quirkaycalypsia? Quirkx?), pushed by proglosphere and zeitgeist climbs the ladder of victimized superiority.... Soon – talkshow after talkshow, cover after cover, contest after contest –, Quirkx Qrx becomes The Planetary Star № 1, sashays from GenSek UN to Tavarishch Pope to Rockefeller Scoundration, and overshadows Saint Greta.
Klimate, Ze Grait Rezet, Quirkix. The trifecta which masses must bow to.
At the peak of xyp transwym bonanza, Quirkx has an afflatus once again, and xyz Next Step appears before the windows to xyq soul. A thunderous voice blares: Listen, Quirx. Down there, wym kvetch that transwym – ex-myn, after all – compete with them in sports, and (what else?) beat 'em to a pulp. That's not a social construct, Quirko. It's real-life. You go, Quirkix, and you slash that transoppresion, crush that injustice, trash that inequity.
OK, so Qrx starts. Daily running, lifting, pedaling. Sweaty, shaky, huffy-puffy, does a Schwarzenegger ([squared]) [cubed] .
And before long, Qrx (inspirayshun!) feels ready...
like, for the Contestus Ultimus...
qxzyp struts proudly....
. . . . . aaand – we have the winner! Bazinga! Mr. Universe!! Mr. Universe!!! :

Mystery item No. 1The full competition - all 28 seconds! :
LONG LIVE ANABOLICA, HORMOHOMUNCULI, AND WHATNOT !
And next, a Nouvelle Vague, Neue Welle, New Wave?
Transgenderx start muscling as Transgenderx?

(whaddyathink: transmyn? transwym? transtransmyn?
....and so on and so forth, recursively)
Mystery item No. 2
(context: Los Superhéroes y la filosofía)
NOTE
To politruks at the Highest Exo-Kubicensorship Agency of Foggy Bottom's Investigative Apparatus (HEKAFoBIA).
TPC denies in strongest possible terms1, that the above story might be construed or conspired or considered as a hidden allegory of this meteoric trifecta: Scranton → Congreeeeeeeeeeeeeeess → P45.
1 pashol von, ty durak ty protivnyi!
APPENDIX
Mystery item No. 3
Hide it back 



