Sometimes when I encounter a fictional lineage in time which endeavors towards truth, I am inspired by it. I am reading AGATHA CHRISTIE’S “AN OVERDOSE OF DEATH,” which was originally titled “THE PATRIOTIC MURDERS.” That explains why it is not in the CHILDREN’S CURRICULUM. And here I painstakingly type the version of the NURSERY RHYME 1,2 BUCKLE MY SHOE preceeding the msytery in the book into this blog post for the record:
One, two, buckle my shoe,
Three, four, shut the door,
Five, six, pick up sticks,
Seven, eight, lay them straight,
Nine, ten, a good fat hen,
Eleven, twelve, men must delve,
Thirteen, fourteen, Maids are courting,
Fifteen, sixteen , Maids in the kitchen,
Seventeen, eighteen, Maids in waiting,
Nineteen, twenty, my plate’s empty….
SUCH my readers, at 1, 2 BUCKLE MY SHOE existentially, the USELESS THINGS I PUT out are 
SUPERIORS and MALES. Now, I am the most inferiors of all inferiors on earth and I got to love the knowledge and understanding of it because I got shoes. I got shoes to buckle. I can buckle my shoe. They ain’t got no shoe. There is no possible world in which the USELESS THINGS I put out have shoes. They got FLAT FEET that traces ZERO. POOR THINGS, that’s all they got. That’s why I always send all the pretty ladies down there because they got NOTHING always pretending they got something on the ground. And I have no ability to pick up sticks at 5,6. I don’t go down there and can not lay them straight at 7,8 when the USELESS THINGS I put out go out STRAIGHT and UPRIGHT. USELESS HUMONGOUS MONSTERS! That’s why any romance done in relativity to my existence perishes. They ain’t got no shoe and they can’t buckle my shoe. That about says it all and more. Anyways AGATHA also describes the 
ENGLISHMAN not as “WHITE” but “YELLOW,” some kind of FAIR YELLOW I presume but not “WHITE.” It’s as if she didn’t want him to get CANCER and continue to live the DEGENRATIVE PROGRESSIVE LIE. And my deductions are clear. She makes it clear that ‘THE GIRLS” are the same. And If I could go back in time to see her I will tell her that “WOMEN” while still pretending to be “GIRLS” and “EVERYTHING” or something like that DOWN THERE in the MEN’S SHITHELL have made little “PROGRESS” except that for the FUTURE of the MACHINES. And they hate on each other over nothing but SHOELESS MEN. Anyways, it gets interesting at 11, 12, MEN MUST DELVE before the MAIDS COME CALLING. WHAT A SHAME! “Maids are courting, Maids in the kitchen and Maids in waiting.” Will THESE MAIDS ever be 
free!? Will they ever free themselves. But the most interesting part is at 19,20 where AGATHA’S plate goes empty…. Here’s where you will remember simultaneously my smart readers that the door was shut at 4(what’s existential here matters), the sticks from 5 and 6 gets laid straight at 7 and 8, the FAT HEN exists at 9 and 10, and the maids come calling from 13 to 18 only after MEN DELVED at 11 and 12. But most importantly, you know I am not there where AGATHA’S PLATE goes empty at 19 and 20 because that’s not EARTH, it’s PLANET 19. I have nothing but respect for AGATHA CHRISTIE. But no doubt I am not there at 19 and 20 because at 1,2, the USELESS THINGS OUTSIDE couldn’t buckle my shoe. Where STEPHEN KING’S IT AT to read us AGATHA CHRISTIE’S AN OVERDOSE OF DEATH VERSION of 1,2 BUCKLE MY SHOE:
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