We need to build a connected network of hyper cannons, super rail guns, that fire exo-atmospheric SCRAM JET hyper sonic glide vehicles ...
We need robot dogs armed with flamethrowers ... the dogs have a computer virus version of rabies.
We need time-torpedoes so we can whack our enemies before they are born ...
This is the future of war ...
This is the future of the forlorn.
We need a pill that will make you ill with type-herpes then we'll drink a slurpee this is the future of war and love ...
We must be strong made of coke and fever we will deliver the final blow ...
We will defeat the wrong and replace the evil with a metal man from robot Japan ...
The war will last long a final song for a dying race outer space hookers real lookers will take too long singing this song ...
The war will be messy filled with gore forevermore, you will be entrapped by the slap and the pain of complete disdain ...
Our newest lasers our turret masers our machine gun arms will raise alarm and we'll FIGHT on SATURDAY NIGHT and we'll disarm and take the freaks to the farm ...
The war will be new the war will be true there will be so few left and then the broken soaked in monkey blood will chew their cud and with a thud you become a STUD ...
We need to feed the soy to the pigs the pigs to the corn the corn to the cow the cow to the horse and of course we'll eat the pony no phony baloney it's time STAND TALL at the Cattleman's Ball this is the path what we need ...
My family comes from the great City of Uusoo, near the 100th MERIDIAN. These secrets are buried in the music video below, so tragically hip.
WE WERE FORLORN TROLL FARMERS when the swamps spread across S’compton and the Etruscan lordships were tossed upon the pyre. A fire burns deep below in the soul of our lost brethren, so we RAISE A TOAST to those masters of the casino and we’ll take RENO back and spread like locusts.
In the years between the GREAT MUD FLOOD of 1780, and WHEN the last of the nuclear fires died down in 1870, my family migrated to the Oneida Utopian Colony where men and women had monkey sex and goals and hope. Our jumbled past fills volumes with air pocket miracles. We ruled 67 tribes of hooker women. Our WINE was envied. We laid down our seed trail in the EAST and then moved WEST when the maps erased our names and the FLAME of Old Tartary was extinguished.
We ruled the SKIES as SPACE DEMONS and DIRIGIBLE DUKES! My great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great GRANDPA was the 64th Commodore of the GREAT TARTARY SKY NAVY … aka COMMODORE-64 … all of this encoded into the ephemera of modernity. Terrors struck the pimp lords of ANCIENT S’COMPTON and the frugal lords of Jebluus wound needle string tomes of longing and soup. During the GREAT SKY RACE of 1745, my ancestors flew a ship called the CLOUD BUSTER and its flag was gold and red and white and black.
There is still a statue to my greatest ancestor, Admiral James T. Kirk, you can see it here:
And as with so much evidence of ANCIENT TARTARY, this statue was renamed FIRST and then TOPPLED by the communists and frag-warriors of MONKEY HERPES FAME.
TARTARY has been at war with DENMARK for 24,000 years …
Danes ravaged our women and stole our cigarettes …
Danes would not brush their teeth and consumed canned fish and stale vegetables …
We fought so many sky battles against the DANES and Hooker Republics of Mars.
Our lesser ancestors cleaned toilets and ate mule paste. They wandered the 8 realms of Tartary, stealing, messing about, working the docks and selling guns and whiskey to the IRISH.
I have only recently discovered my family’s origins after consuming a special mushroom and having a sample of my jizz analyzed by super-scientists at the BIOMAT money-4-blood shoppe. Inside my power-protein are the lines of past adventures and princely passions. There is a lost Shakespearean FOLIO that outlines in many histories the story of my family, but these documents were lost and replaced with INFINITE STAR WARS and MARVEL MOVIES.
Careful harmonic analysis of RAP MUSIC inscribes these truths as MIND ETCHINGS and broken tantrum dreams. WEEVIL WONDER lay beneath the deceptions and the liars must be beaten with rods. Travelers from other dimensions have relayed other findings and the MOTHMAN tells his own tale.
WE RODE MAMMOTH and ate like kings in old TARTARY.
One of my ancestors married a GIANT named “Old Tooth” – Old Tooth had one big tooth and spent his days smoking crack and hanging on the stoop of his apartment … drinking malt liquor.
Many years ago we discovered ancient jars of clay.
Stored in the jars was a dried substance, dusty, musty, pale and moldy. The material was sticky and when water was added to it, it became a smoky white griddle-cake topping. This was the kind of breakfast food that the TARTARIANS consumed daily, a wretched grease habit picked up from the DANES.
My TARTARIAN NAME is traced to KINGS AND QUEENS that ruled the bug trade of those ancient times. We accrued and LOST great wealth, and when the MUD FLOOD arrived and the 100 years of chaos we were some of the TRUE SURVIVORS, hanging on to the last crusty on the edge of the toilet bowl. We call it the GREAT FLUSH, you skleeb-yeoman call it the MUD FLOOD … we are not the same.
Maps from 1767 show my family’s holdings stretching from WEST CHICAGO to the RIO GRANDE and all the way to PORT ANGELES, WA. We owned the 5 castles which guarded the NORTH PASSAGE and we traded with sklyg-orks and weasel-woke.
Recent tragedies in my own life? – not because I’m an old crotchety burn out … no … because of the GREAT COVER-UP of OLD TARTARY.
Supposedly, Port Angeles was FILLED IN WITH MUD about 100 years ago when the timber harvesters showed up and started hunting long pig. That’s the story at least …
If you follow me, all 6/7 of you, then you know I think a major catastrophe is upon us and the worst of it will begin this summer. You can think of it in banal terms as “global permafrost collapse”, but in reality that boring description hides a potential extinction level event. Best case scenario: we are heading towards Hot House Earth and large swaths of the planet will become uninhabitable very soon.
The PRC and its leadership have likely been aware of this for a long time, and IF the Covid/Vaccine campaigns were military psychological warfare then perhaps ONE of the purposes of this was to hide massive forced migration of Chinese citizens to climate safe zones in the deep south – S. America, New Zealand, Tasmania, Antarctica.
