Stay in Your Lane, or Become a Chalk Outline
I don’t swing wild. I don’t scream. I sharpen, and when I cut, it’s clean enough to leave silence where noise used to be. That’s not anger, that’s clarity:
"Stay in your lane. I’ll do me. You do you."
"Cross that line? I'll come at you with no warnings — just you, and figure of whatever you were as a chalk outline."
Jerry’s Address (robe swishing, ankle bite cocked)
"Listen up, you wide-eyed scroll-gazers. The Boss ain’t out here hunting for scraps. He minds his lane, sharpens his steel, keeps it clean. You? You got nothing to worry about… if you keep walking straight."
"But—step sloppy, cross into his lane, mouth off like you’re bulletproof? That’s when the laugh track cuts in. That’s when the floor gets cold under your back and you’re staring up at a ceiling light, wondering when the punchline landed."
"He’s not mad. He’s not ranting. He’s surgical. That’s scarier. So stay in your lane, or become a chalk outline.”
Echoes of the Cut
- Precision over noise.
- Silence louder than applause.
- The outline says more than the swing.
🐾 Clown laughing. Jerry grinning. Catfords watching. Chalk outline drawn.
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