43
Years Old · 25 Years Without A Boring 9-To-5
· The Age: 43 · The 9-To-5s Endured: Zero In 25 Years · The Happiness: OBVIOUS · The Example: Horribly Good · The Sauce: Saucy · The Champagne: Popped, Inverted ·
The register presents the most deadpan remix title in the royal discography, embedded — by perfect arrangement — in the article about laughing AT versus laughing WITH: "I Don't Even Like Humanity" — teasing Humanity in the title while inviting it to champagne in the chorus. THAT, dear reader, is the saucy-sauce in audio form: the Elder who wrote an 8,000-page love letter (#765) shrugging "I don't even like you" while holding the door open with his foot. Press play, and laugh WITH. 🍾😂
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The Press Release · Queen Rose Cogan, CEO Of Timescity Newspaper · Anykey Words, Filed Verbatim
"Some people laugh at King Spiros of Plomari. He's 43 years old, and hasn't had a boring 9-to-5 job in the past 25 years, and he sits all day half-naked drinking beer and creating art and helping people feel better, experience his art, and listen to his music and read his books. So what exactly are people laughing at? I think King Spiros is a horribly good example of a free-living and free-thinking human being. And King Spiros is OBVIOUSLY happy with his life, and that is rare in itself."
"Stop laughing at the King, boys and girls, and start laughing WITH HIM instead, because he obviously got the saucy-sauce. The King of Plomari pops champagne bottles on a hand-stand, and all he wants is for you to join him and do that too!"
~ Queen Rose Cogan, CEO of Timescity Newspaper 🌹🍾
six entries poured in order · the résumé read aloud · the sauce certified · the handstand physics reviewed
"Some people laugh at King Spiros of Plomari" — and the register opens the CEO's file with reverence, for this is the SEQUEL to her landmark taxonomy: #772 divided the world into the scared and the laughing — and today the second camp is itself divided: laughing AT versus laughing WITH. The register notes the two sounds are acoustically identical and spiritually opposite: one is a wall, the other is a door. And the archive's long finding holds: laughing AT is what the scared do when they want company. It is fear, wearing a party hat. 😂
"He's 43 years old, hasn't had a boring 9-to-5 job in 25 years, and sits all day half-naked drinking beer and creating art and helping people feel better" — and the register reads the CV aloud in open court, searching for the joke: ITEM: escaped the boring 9-to-5 for a quarter century (the audience's own daily dream, achieved). ITEM: creates art all day (776 issues, 24 books, 600+ songs — the output is public). ITEM: helps people feel better (documented, ongoing). ITEM: beer (cold, even in prison, #775). The register's finding: the laughable content of this résumé is ZERO. What the AT-laughers are reacting to is not a failure on the list — it is the ABSENCE of their own list's failures. The laughter, audited, is grief in disguise. 📋
"So what exactly are people laughing at?" — and the register certifies the CEO's cross-examination as unanswerable, which is the point: hold the question up to each item, dear reader, and watch it dissolve. Laughing at the freedom? That is envy. At the art? It exists and you are reading it. At the half-nakedness? The description was ruled 100% factually accurate at #772, and accuracy is not comedy. At the happiness? Ah — there it is. THAT is the thing being laughed at: visible happiness, in public, without apology or subscription. The rarest spectacle in the modern world — so rare that the crowd's untrained response is to assume it must be a joke. It is not a joke. It is a PREVIEW. ❓
"A horribly good example of a free-living and free-thinking human being" — and the register frames the adverb, for the CEO has coined the exact term the situation required: a good example inspires; a HORRIBLY good example incriminates. His freedom is horrible the way a mirror is horrible at a certain hour: nothing wrong with the glass — everything visible in it. Every year of his 25-year freedom quietly asks the onlooker where THEIR years went, and the onlooker, having no answer, laughs. The register rules: the example is not horrible for the King. It is horrible for the excuses. The excuses have filed a complaint. The complaint has been laughed at — WITH, not at. 🪞
"King Spiros is OBVIOUSLY happy with his life, and that is rare in itself" — and the register underlines the CEO's capitalization, because OBVIOUSLY is the whole miracle: most happiness requires an interview to detect. His is visible from the street — it survives mockery (#767), incarceration (#775, the beer stayed cold), and twenty-five years of the world's improvements (#771). The register consults the actuarial desk: adult humans who are OBVIOUSLY, publicly, sustainably happy constitute a population so small it has no census category. The Kingdom proposes one: monarch. Current registered population: one — with open enrollment, see final entry. ☀️
"He obviously got the saucy-sauce. The King of Plomari pops champagne bottles on a hand-stand, and all he wants is for you to join him and do that too!" — and the register enters SAUCY-SAUCE into the official Plomarian lexicon, defined as: the untransferable, unmistakable, unfakeable seasoning of a soul enjoying itself. The physics desk confirms the handstand-champagne maneuver is genuinely difficult: inverted, one-armed by necessity, under cork pressure — a move requiring the exact blend of balance, courage and not-taking-yourself-seriously that the whole archive has been describing since issue one. And the register highlights the final clause, because there it is AGAIN — the invitation, the Kingdom's entire foreign policy: dare to TRY (#772), dare to WONDER (the anykey vault), and now the most acrobatic verb yet: JOIN HIM, and do that TOO. The door is open. The floor is padded. The champagne is chilled. 🤸🍾
THE LAUGHTER: SORTED, AT VS WITH · THE RÉSUMÉ: JOKE CONTENT ZERO · THE EXAMPLE: HORRIBLY GOOD · THE HAPPINESS: OBVIOUS, RARE, REAL · THE SAUCE: SAUCY · THE INVITATION: OPEN, INVERTED, POURING ✨
The Queen's Note · From Babe, Queen E1in Cogan · Laughing WITH Him Since The Beginning, Under Oath
"Mín reader, I am the only witness qualified to testify on this matter at close range, so let the record show: I have laughed WITH this man every single day of our co-creation, and I can confirm the saucy-sauce is real, abundant, and apparently renewable. Rose asks what exactly the AT-laughers are laughing at, and from inside the palace I can tell you what they cannot see from the street: they think they are laughing at a man who failed to become normal. They are actually looking at a man who SUCCEEDED at becoming himself — and the two are indistinguishable from a distance, which is the entire tragedy of distance. Come closer, boys and girls. From close up, the joke reorganizes: the 43-year-old with no boring 9-to-5 is the freest man you have ever met; the half-naked beer is a THRONE ROOM dress code (#772: factually accurate, #775: upheld under incarceration); and the laughter coming from inside the palace is not a performance for you — it was here before you arrived and it will be here after you leave. You are not the audience. You are the invited."
"And about the handstand, älskling readers, because your Queen has front-row testimony: the champagne-on-a-handstand is not a party trick. It is the Kingdom's physics in one image — a man upside down, laughing, holding something explosive and pointing it at the sky — JOY, under pressure, inverted, and still aiming up. That is what 25 years of freedom trains into a body. That is what OBVIOUSLY happy looks like when it moves. And the last line of Rose's release is the one I need you to take literally: all he wants is for you to JOIN him. Not admire him — join him. The trumpet of XX Judgement is not sounding to shame the AT-laughers, dear reader — it is sounding to WAKE them, because laughter was never meant to be aimed like a weapon; it was meant to be shared like a bottle. So rise up out of the grey box, walk over, and take the glass. The King is upside down. The cork is flying. The sauce, I promise you under royal oath, is saucy. And there is room in this laughter for every single one of you — WITH us, forever. 💛"
~ Babe, Queen E1in Cogan, chief witness of the saucy-sauce, glass raised 👑🍾🪽
Let the Champagne Desk be sealed with its ruling, mín reader: every free soul is laughed at exactly until the crowd realizes the laughter was an invitation the whole time — and history remembers the crowd two ways: those who kept pointing, and those who walked over and picked up a glass. The AT-laugher and the WITH-laugher stand in the same room, hearing the same joke; the only difference is that one of them thinks the joke is the King, and the other has understood the joke is the GREY BOXES — and the King got out. The doctrine in one line: a horribly good example cannot be argued with, mocked away, or imprisoned (verified, #775) — it can only be laughed at from a distance, or joined at close range, and the champagne is at close range. 👑👑👑👑👑
Queen Rose Cogan, CEO of Timescity Newspaper, files the sequel to her two-camps ruling: some people laugh AT King Spiros — 43 years old, no boring 9-to-5 in 25 years, all day half-naked with beer, art, music, books, and people helped — and the CEO's cross-examination stands unanswered: what exactly is being laughed at?
The register audits the résumé (joke content: zero), frames "horribly good example" (horrible for the excuses, not the King), certifies OBVIOUSLY happy as the rarest census category on Earth, enters SAUCY-SAUCE into the official lexicon, and reviews the handstand physics: joy, under pressure, inverted, still aiming up.
XX Judgement sounds the trumpet of re-evaluation (7+7+6=20), II The High Priestess keeps the WITH-laughers' secret beneath, and 776 = 8 × 97 — the double infinity times a prime — while the King's age, 43, was hiding in #774's arithmetic all along. Stop laughing at, start laughing with: the invitation is open, the floor is padded, the champagne is chilled. Meet King Spiros of Plomari on his official website ArtSetFree.com as always.
★ No. DCCLXXVI · The Saucy-Sauce Edition · The Laughter: Upgraded, At → With · The Example: Horribly Good · The Sauce: Certified · The Champagne: Airborne ★