With the state of Psycle engagement continually bordering on excess, on occasion and by chance, things get missed.
Missed.
Delayed.
Fucked right up.

Que sera, sera.
Je me souviens.
Was das fickt?

Shit happens.

We (the me) get excited.
Possibly frantic.
Perhaps pissy.
Definitely pissy.

For your (the you’s) contributions, understanding generally rules.
Pressure eases.
Those that express prolonged perturbation are relieved of their particular Psycle predicament.
Win/Win.

Eventually, periodically, the perverbial smoke clears.
Briefly then, life (as it were and is likely forever cursed to be) returns to some semblance of balance.

Ying to Yang.

LATE EDIT: Evidentially, I say Ying.  Not Yin.
Deliberately and for some 38 years I have assumed that the key to “describe how seemingly disjunct or opposing forces are interconnected and interdependent in the natural world, giving rise to each other in turn”  is YING and not YIN.
This revelation explains so very much.

Previously and in the past there have been conspirators.
Far too inane and unworthy a list to rekindle.

UPS
TEAM DICKY
OTHER PEOPLE
DAVE LETTERMAN
RICH DILLEN
AIRLINES
OTHER PEOPLE ON PLANES
UPS CUSTOMS
DICKY DILLEN
CANON INK CARTRIDGES

To name a few.
Same list as yours.
Enemies of humanity, civility and doing my shit my way, when and where I want.
When I get to it.

Once in a while, one of the little Ying pullers is a surprise.
Unpleasant as it is.

TOM LOWRY*
Now recovered psyclesematic and ally to what is right.

Terror in PsycleStore Shipping

Recently the number of complaints lodged with the dissatisfaction department have increased.
Not alarmingly.
Noticeably.

Orders shipped are not received.
Tracking numbers untraceable.

Shit.

CANADA POST
USPS

The list gets longer.

Then one day.
Not that long ago.

Unintentionally and totally by accident, an envelope was located.
A missing envelope.
Tucked carefully betwixt two boxes; Diego Mega Bloks and  Dino Trick Tracks.

An isolated incident.
Sure it is.

The offenders never quite confirmed.
Although suspicions and assumptions were made.

Then came the great heist.

A rather large envelope went missing between the hours of 17:00 and 20:00 on October 13, 2009.

Surveillance videos and witness interviews were painful and unfruitful.

Ya buu, umm, aaah, Grandma bought us this Bakugan.

Don’t know…probably Thomas.  It was James.  James and Thomas.  I didn’t do it.

My memory.  It takes me a short time to forget these things.

It wasn’t me.  It was Thomas.  Have you looked under the train table?  Under his bed?  Under the mattress?

An immediate and seismic search of the premises revealed a startling haul.

THREE.
Three parcels ranging in disappearance from 1 to 3 WEEKS.

Rather then accept responsibility and ownership, the management of Misfit Psycles would like to take this opportunity to make public the identities of these miscreant youth.

STOCK IMAGE OF THE RING LEADER:

STOCK IMAGE OF CO-CONSPIRATOR:

While authorities suspect the involvement of the third Brother Dingle, no evidence could be located.

By evidence what we (the me) mean are inappropriate giggles and a mysterious knowledge of the manila whereaboots.

If MY parcel is late?

Contact child services.

Count to 10.

Call customer service at 416.967.1111.

Regards,
The Management.

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