Category: Planetary Status Reports

Here is what I believe is true:

THEY, whoever THEY are, are lying.

They are lying about the nature of space.

They are lying about the climate, on ALL SIDES, to include your favorite OIL corps.

They are not going to tell you the truth.

They don’t care if you die.

THEY want you scared of drag queens and black clad freaks and Putin and TRUMP …

They want you confused about the world …

They PIXELATED your dollar store pleasure palace, and left ALICE the hornet skid looking for woop-sauce and cranberry junk. They rubbed one out to OLD SMOOTY as your family ate sand maggots and fed on upholstery stew. Carter sent his corn cob your way, and your momma gave it love …

THEY LEAVE your heart broken and filled with trouble. Promises of vengeance and glory and GREATNESS, but what you have is the CHEETO BANDITO staring down the glassy fox strugglers, combing the beach for bits of Fukushima reactor and dockside poetry is read the feddle-fish.

They BUY THE WORLD for a pittance, and hand you the door grangler expecting pus to fulfill your meat wishes …

They sell burgers to the FANCY FLINGERS and other BOOMER FINKS out there cruising in their EASY RIDER electric scooters, looking for the VILLAGES entrance, but getting stuck and eaten by gators instead … They said they’d call …