The Third Face

Creation Myth story The Third Face

This story speaks for itself I can't tell it any better than I did in this summary. Thank you for listening every Saturday morning at 8 am on ciut 89.5fm

Pretend im not talking show (every week) Third Face

There's a typo in the title if you can spot it you get pennies on the dollar. I'll give you a penny for every time I make that joke or I do anything because pennies don't exist in Canada anymore. Also, since they don't exist they don't add up every time I do something. You might've thought you had a loophole because if I owe you multiple pennies then I would eventually owe you a bunch of money but that's not how it works don't be silly. Every penny is worthless so they don't add up at all its like that classic thing that the nerdy girl in your class says that 1 is equal to 0. But then she just starts talking about a bunch of math and it's stupid because they're not the same thing. Something is something and nothing is nothing. It isn't rocket science stupid. I don't hold it against her though.

Poker show whisper version

The picture tells the whole story for this one, its a whisper story with poker dog cheating in it.

Helicopter dream idea put wheels on it week

i was reading the script to this really great podcast I mean the live typewritten words and heard this great idea about putting wheels on a helicopter. That would basically be a flying car so your welcome its my idea. If everyone believes it who gets to say they said it first??

Poker week yelling version

If noone will tell you how to play poker, I will. You take your two cards and if you don't like them you throw a fit and everyone tells you to grow up. I tell them that I was dealt a bad hand of cards like the rappers say and then I make a metaphor about how I had to play the hand I was dealt. Then I find that I ran out of poker cards a long time ago. Instead I take a ball and give it to this man instead. Giving is better than receiving and throwing tantrums like a baby. Give back to the man please thank you.

Banger week Third Face October something show

pretty ugly peter piper two words for you get a license to fish and then go fishing don
t do it in the ogre order the other order that would be bad bor fish business also known as standard business. Theres no such thing as fish or fishy business just business. Non fish people would have you think otherwise but this isn't true. Cartoon stock own s theis image consumer alert

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Bingo bango bongo I never wanna leave Toronto, new song jus dropped. We will keep singing here on ciut 8999999.5fm keep on peopleing on pelpe you know the drill...
Dozer 4:
Back to the classmate's father. The father was headed to graduation and he was thinking of his son so he bought him a bouquet. The father was mumbling to himself because his wife had warned against sending a bouquet. "He wasn't getting married but he could still celebrate with flowers," the father mumbled. "The victors write history, but if the victors won for anyone else they wouldn't be victors." This is how people won their flowers. What this had to do with moving was anyone's guess. Dozer had yet to connect all of the pieces. 
 
Dozer thought about the classmate's father and his beautiful quote, then thought about his own for a minute. Then he stopped and checked his mail downstairs. People loved leaving incomplete notes to each other, but never letters. Many letters weren't picked up in his apartment's mail shelf if you could call it that. It was more of a behemoth or a monster of thought that preyed on innocent passersby who thought that the monster must be for someone else. They walked by and kept dreaming. The pile of letters was only like this because of the city of Edmonton's dreadful mail service. They saved up letters and would not deliver them if no one answered the door the first time they knocked. Then, they would put all the undelivered letters back on their truck, go to the next house, and try again. Each time they would leave sticky notes stating that no one picked up the letter when they arrived and they put a giant John Hancock on the note so that no one could read the tiny government print explaining the noble mailman's position. The mailman stamped his name all over it so that we could know he created an unsolvable chaos and his message was received. In some ways, this was more important than the postcards and letters from loved ones.
 
The mail monster was waiting for Dozer just like it waited for everyone else, but he was not a daydreamer and not as imaginative as everyone who passed the mail by to go on with their day. They were imagining their lunch, or the men in boxes they would pass on the street, or the broken telephone booths lying in the lane. They had bigger problems than him that required bigger imaginations to solve them.

Fathersday2- the week after fathers day of course

This is still the third face I'm thinking of changing from a dog to a pigeon let me know what you think in the comments section. I was the blind ciuting Eye dog but I feel at a loss like I'm not appreciated and won't be refrigerated when It's all over. That's why being a pigeon might be better y'know what I mean? Pigeoning is an honorable sport because we left the pigeons and now they trust us but we don't want them anymore. Isn't that a sad tale of human folly and existence? What will happen to us? What will happen to the empire's gold?
Dozer 3:
 He thought he was moving dorms because his sister had found him another one to stay in on the north side of campus so they could be closer together. He found out that his sister had offered the room to a boy she had been sleeping with, but he didn't talk to her enough to have found out about this predicament beforehand.
 
Why couldn't people be chess pieces that moved around when you wanted them to but never moved quite well enough to put people in danger? The point of chess is to put the king in danger but he never seemed in danger to Dozer. The king was only told there was nowhere left to move and that seemed to be the end. Who says there wasn't another move to make? He is royalty after all and royalty is a noble and enterprising position for a young man to be in. None of the kings and queens ever got stuck the way he saw it. Their coffins were even moved from town to town in the old days. The oilers moved away the same way, but their name was still advertised and they were still heroes. Moving in and out of sight was the answer for Dozer. Yes, this was the answer he was looking for. If he could move out of danger and sight in the view of the right people he could change. But not for them, for himself of course. People were supposed to change for themselves.

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Keep peopling for the people third face sports hydra fans,
If you're watching for the game and don't notice the living breathing, drooling hydra behind you I salute you for your dedication and dumness/numness to the direness of your situation.
Dozer 2:
He would reach out to them out of the blue and send a letter or two, and they wouldn't answer. Except when Johnny had heard about the Oiler's playoff run and all the fights they had won or something or other. "Did you hear about the game the other night? I saw a tooth fly right through the glass and into one of the camera operators' shots! The program switched off it before the glass shattered but I heard the game was a blast!" Dozer was confused by this letter. He had just sent a letter a few days earlier inquiring about Johnny's blasterfiend who had died. Johnny couldn't have gotten the letter that quickly but he thought he would've been too distressed to discuss a hockey fight. It seemed the right message reached the right person. This was a rarity, but Dozer couldn't think about his friends or the letters he had sent them, no, not tonight.
 
He had something else to think about. He was thinking of moving towns or jobs, or maybe changing which bus he took to his job. He wanted to get out of debt and thought one of these choices held the key. When he had left school nothing had stuck with him. Not the classes, the teachers, the gum under the chairs, or the pretty girls in them. He wished he would have gotten stuck under the chairs and stayed there for the next class. The next one might've invigorated him. What stuck with him was something a classmate's father had said as he was leaving his dorm for the last time, alone. Of course, he didn't know it was his last time.

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This is the third face on CIUT 89.5FM Keep on peopling on sports fans
"Texas, what a state," read the ripped magazine on Dozer's wall. They lined his walls and covered the front of his books so he could not read them by name. Each had a headline, a face, something to sell, or a credit card number he had made up on them instead of gray, boring hardcovers. This is how Doze lived his life. His full name was Bulldozer but he felt that name turned people away who might think he was a jokester, a football player or an ice hockey player. If someone has a violent name or nickname it doesn't make them an ice hockey player. You would think Dozer would like to compare to one, as they were the talk of the town, the Edmonton Oilers, kings of the modern age.
 
Were the oilers still kicking in the old fields west of Edmonton or were they living off their money in British Columbia? Dozer did not know. He didn't follow politics, sports, the many thriving industries that his friends were involved in, or even his own life. He thought they were all the same horrid and boring. It was funny because Dozer was the first to reach out to his friends when they were in need or he thought they might be in need. He was a paranoid and worrisome, troubling friend.