Auto-Focus: Test Charm

A Story by Abishai100

A man concedes to a bazaar communication to reveal something unique/special about Earthling qualia for speed/jars.

Liar-paradox (communications logic) referenced chance/consumerism vignette. Thanks for reading (happy weekend!),

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MR. AMLAN SATAN: You want me to offer cyber-input of auto focus for crash.

SHELBYE (Car Store Rep): You're the perfect consumer bracket citizen for IQ!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I'm to test-drive your autos for social media chat/review.

SHELBYE (Car Store Rep): Think of it as social media capitalism hype (IQ)!

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Facebook-like (for leviathan/uncertainty).

Amlan took the offer to test-drive Shelbye's American Homeland autos for cyber-comment and 'examination' and offered his mini-shorts of languages for the complex-theory of roadways intuitions to accent her laurels as a saleswoman of Earthling cleats. He referenced the 'cool' and bizarre Liar-paradox of logic statement, "Every statement is incomplete" to invoke the contours of labor contradictions for communicated insistence.

SAMPLE:

"The waitress insisted the man didn't own the auto but borrowed it for auto-shop test-drive before the daredevil said 'Every statement is incomplete' and required the lovely waitress to retort, 'That statement isn't incomplete, since it's offering me the window of your intent to tell me of command-angst!' and revealed this male-female wonder of auto-machinery humor(s) for all things jitters for the Ego."

SHELBYE: Thanx for the aid, mister ('daredevil').

AMLAN: I'm a deep-thoughts driven human to Liar-paradox hyperbole now.

SHELBYE: These autos are zooming out the shop thanx to social gossip!

AMLAN: That's capitalism arms for all things Facebook-like.

SHELBYE: You're such a villain!

AMLAN: It's all (perfectly) legal...as you made claim (ha).

SHELBYE: Cool (farewell)...Facebook-like.

Friends, what do you make of this male-female communications short for the Ego? Well, Amlan decided to become a pronounced race-auto driver fellow for a scholarship, and Shelbye decided to go to the public-library and procure a special Earthling 'jitters' reflection work of those incomplete-arts of consumption highness for inventive metaphysics. They both won something in this 'universe' of contests for vanity (hmmm). Was this a paradox for all things jovial? What do you think?