Category: Planetary Status Reports

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A place of wellness …

I need to imagineer my place a ZONE of total wellness, a nice cabin by a stream, somewhere not far from my true love, in a land of calm and peace and bacon and LOVE …

So I said to myself …

Go into a quiet room in your home, maybe bring a music player. Sit in the room quietly, listening to music or not, and imagine a world …

Imagine a world of mountains and trees …(3)

Imagine a world of oceans and space ships and planets far away … (2)

Imagine in that world there is a planet on the edge of the universe, and on that planet there is a man, in a room, imagining a world … and in his world there are cities and deserts and wide ranging plains … in one of those cities, in that new world, there is a person, in a room, imagining a world …

Go to the stream, the stream goes to the river, the river to the sea …

1. Go down to the stream, the one near your house … make a toy boat out of a single sheet of paper, place the boat in the stream, watch it float away. The boat will go to the river, and on the river the boat will learn patience and witchcraft. The boat will go down the river to the sea, and at the mouth of the river, the boat will fall in love and raise a family. The boat will make it to the sea, and on the waters of the GREAT SEA the boat will see the shore, the shore that touches the river, the river that touches the stream, the stream that flows home.
2. I have this 1975 FORD Galaxga in Jet Black, with a Driscoll-style floating cam and a 900 hp turbocharger with octo-nitrous injection … I’m selling it for 30 one ounce gold coins, we can meet, after midnight, over by the dump. The dump is not far from the old haunted cemetery, and this is not far from the Indian burial ground … This steed requires a true heart.
3. They’re launching missiles form out of Georgia over the Krasnodar into Ukraine …
4. Do you think if you’re living in Utah that the Mormons would turn-on the non-Mormons (like me) and toss us out into the streets? Maybe have us shipped to the Nalley’s Tamales factory near Cheyenne? (maybe …)
5. Mapleton, Arkansas, Silly Sauce Pizza …
6. You are the planet hurl, you are the cheese whiz girl … you are the female blink, I am the gorilla heap, you are my needle sheep, I am your broken Greek …
7. Tyson Foods CFO Arrested After Getting Drunk, Breaking Into Home, And Falling Asleep In Random Woman’s Bed … LINK: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/tyson-cfo-arrested-after-getting-drunk-breaking-home-and-falling-asleep-random-womans-bed
8. “You could use a helper”, that fucking lady said to the checkout girl, the one that is banging her husband … pregnant with that nasty woman’s husband’s checkout-girl baby …
9. The old man drove into the parking lot and wanted to kill me, the lady in the red car wanted me dead …
10. She was a cinnamon roll baby, looking for a coke-head man – her name was Krystal. She had dazzle and wazzle and lived down by the Catholic Church on 7th and Chestnut. A hungry troll named Bob would visit her, from time to time … he usually had fifty bucks for a “fast time charlie”, but Krystal could see he wanted something uglier, meaner … She lived on those streets for 20 years, ever since her parents sold her to gypsies. She would be the man’s 23rd victim, sometime in 2024.
11. There’s this WEIRD DUDE that has a magical space time toilet … LINK: https://weeklyworldnews.com/paranormal/182032/toilet-turns-into-space-time-portal-when-flushed/
12. Color: gold … find the golden path to the golden shower …
13. There are these dudes, these dudes that lived, in upper jab-man-stan, not far from tab-bli-stan …
14. George W. Bush had the answer … he was drinking with John Ritter in 2001 and told that GUY the “secret” … John Ritter told Phillip Seymour Hoffman, Phillip told Robin Williams, Robin told Anthony Bourdain … what was the secret? What were they told?
15. I went to see Dr. Chingles. He gave me a compress and a salve. He told me the eel pudding would clear up my sklink-sores, and that the worms in my heart were going to fart … the worms in my soul would come out in the bowl … but the three tumors in my EYE were going to fry.
16. CRAB NIGHT is the SOFT WIND NIGHT … without getting too gooey … CRAB NIGHT is when the butter flows, and the sumptuous anal minx seeks wayward ways in the curbside bar … She stuffs zucchini as far as it will go, she stretches it out, and is cursed by the blood moon.
17. The Keffleton Grizzly folk lived according to their wildlife ways, winter life, summer chode, and the grambling times when their loin greases flow and the icy hearts melt before a springtime jumblin-jo flower party.
18. Vietnam Gas Stations Start To Close Due To Widespread Shortages … old momma CHO has nowhere to go … old uncle HO will die in the snow, cocaine elephants moving their wares from one greasy hotel to the next … a ship, set sail from Hong Kong, sinks in the Yellow Sea, 8 people are lost, 77 people drown, the rest are saved by the wild elk of JAPAN.
19. Lemon spice wolf-poop ice cakes, tasty and healthy, for 6.95 … Cinnamon spice wolf-poop, lemon spice ice cakes, covered in pus, covered in scabs … coming from the labs, made for your grandma, ready for Christmas, ready for love …
20. A sexy monkey army is heading for TEXAS. The women are hairy conundrums, covered in lice and turnip scent. Their eyes are glassy and jaundiced and there was a certain forlorn and disturbed affect to it all … They were FIRST LEVEL priestesses, and their duty was to unguzzlelate themselves on the Golden Gate Bridge, as they writhe in their busty nakedness and the drivers going by toss onion rings and pizza sauce at them … It will be a March, and the Chinese satellite will crash near Hawaii.
21. Cathedral open for the groundskeeper and his family. Fire stoked for 34 days, and the hawk sits vigil waiting for the snail prince. Gundus, the mild-slog, washes out the sacred urn, and prepares the burnt offerings … all sins are forgiven, once the lamb cuts loose …
22. A fight will break out in Paris, France, between two clans. 76 will be injured, 23 killed … The patriarch of one family will use dynamite and molotov cocktails to set fire and destroy the family of his daughters lover … greed, revenge, race, love, God, all mixed up in this drama of great sadness and tragic loss … some of the bodies will be discovered in a river.
23. Dragon’s Mist, when the plane crosses the border and two bombs are released on the King. 2 generals are lost, and the 5th King of DOOMBAH is left to struggle against the fire eel people and the lost penguins of sector 901. And in the time of DROOSH, a scarlet curse is cast upon the elf mistress, and weedle-bugs feed on unburied corpses and a callous fog floats over the land …
24. Hooker-Silence is a new kind of space-juice. We simmer brown dwarf love piss until it boils at 9,000 times the temperature of the Sun’s core. We then add tachyon spice and the herb of lost black hole love gumptis … As the old monster-planet said, “the gas giant is a beast of destruction, the gases burn your private parts …”
25. A mother and her two sons are walking along a path in a woodland park. The sun is low, it is late afternoon on a January day. A sick man is tracking her, and her children. His name is Jonesy and his eyes are blue. He was recently released from prison and his hands shake. He will take the woman and her children, he will dump them in the canal.
26. Unicorn started from JORD, on its way it met the maiden Dora, she had 3 eyes and she guarded the water-features of K’LEB, where the wizards and goblins made their bets and wagered on the whiskey harlots and the spade-kings … All CHING-CHONG generals are accounted for, as the WAR of HOOX begins and the cancer spreads through S’compton.
27. Dinosaurs have been found on MARS … they drive electric cars, they vote for hookers to rule their lands, they build their castles upon the red sand … they grow fat and angry, looking towards the stars … in time they will visit their bellicose nature upon us, and tear up our lands with their dinosaur technology … FUCK: https://weeklyworldnews.com/topstory/56694/dinosaurs-found-on-mars-2/
28. “People Are Fed Up”: Soaring Electricity Bills Become New Pain Point For Biden … they are ANGRY and MAD and seeking gas-station style revenge. They are arming themselves with bats and chain … they are going insane, looking for a fast-way-out of this hell hole nightmare of old style grizzly-gus pizza and jello-soup pie …
29. Chezzler owned the corner store. He sold greaser-pies and snake eyes and pickled cat’s feet. He swindled and swirled, passing off crushed caffeine pills as cocaine. Some kids came in looking for food, they were hungry and angry – Chezzler lured them into his basement, and trapped them. What will he do?
30. Red, road, train, toy, fire, crystal, lake, missile, open water, large reservoir, a damn will break, a world will shake, the chemical plant will catch fire and the land will be poisoned.
31. All of my negativity is now yours, I give it to you … my burdens … my shit … my fears and regrets are all now YOURS … I transfer them to you using ancient shamanic practices and cheaply manufactured crack cocaine … but my stuff is now in your basement, it lurks there … it feeds on your dried beans and your rice … it nibbles on your MREs … all of my dark self is now yours, you own it … all of my demons chase you in the night.

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Thoughts …

1. Dog’s have built a cargo cult around sausage and bacon
2. Some kind of weird vibe is setting off the dogs
3. Munctus settled upon the basin, drinkus, like there will “snow” soon
4. Debris of Halloween still on the ground
5. Shoreline
6. Kelp forest
7. Black Sea
8. Cold Deep
9. Submarine battle
10. Space Cannon
11. Sector 3 is in trouble from LORD DUGAH
12. Chambers are closed to the stink ghost
13. Shaggy has this OCD thing about knowing where everyone is in the house … and then he mutters his shit …
14. Beethoven – Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 – II, Allegretto … if you want a good soundtrack for these days, these hours …
15. A ditch in Duchesne, where a body was found
16. Plane crash, 4 people die, 9 survive, somewhere in the mountains
17. Kettle Falls
18. The hunter is looking west to see the tribes, the elk and caribou and other land-crabs are hunting there meals for the suppertime feast
19. Ape space man coming with golden cures, earth woman readies her root cellar …
20. Turkey is something else, be careful
21. Read MICAH 5:2, and know the truth of the ancient times …
22. NING-GO is ruler of REALM-90, his D.J. skills are renown, his guards carry sky lasers
23. THRIGGIN HAWK flourish in the time of gumbo-grease and hooker-yeast. Make some spring rolls from that crap you find in the gutter near the whorehouse or the strip club … make some breakfast of pain.
24. Seattle lightning squad, carriers of herpes and pox, spreading their joy this holiday season, making merry down by the docks after work, drinking everclear and rubbing onions and butter on their junk …
25. A blue ring, with lights dancing around it, carrying power crystals to the FOUNTAIN, to drink the purest wine and squeeze the Charmin …
26. A dog is barking, he knows if he barks too much … CHARLES BARKELY appears and will kidnap the dog to the under-dog-underworld …
27. In the sky they paint these words, “in the breaking dawn, you will die”. and I mark the seconds till the coming morning, and think about the hookers I will FUCK … when the time of cocaine comes
28. NOD, the monk king, owner of all porno, led his swarthy men on a quest for SKY LOVE and kingsly brinkmanship and sword fights and black-knight style shivings … with hatchet, and hammer, he made love … ask PAUL … fucker.

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Ash and trash …

1. Dogs went ape shit
2. Some weird people about, perhaps more witches from SLC
3. A dozen eggs is about $5.00 … for basic eggs … up to $7.00 for premium
4. If you can afford to donate, please do: I need to buy a lot of cocaine for my trip back to Seattle

Poison …

Are you feeling tired, distressed?

Do you have chest pains and bloody stool?

Do you leave a puddle of drool on your bed, a shame pond that haunts you in the morning time?

Is your wife or husband cheating on you?

Do you have terrible kids and dogs that do stupid shit and this infuriates you?

A lot of people have seen positive results trying POISON (xl).

It’s an extended release poison designed to help you deal with these common health and psychological problems caused from consuming too much POISON …

Disclaimer tho:

1. Don’t use poison if you are pregnant, trying to get pregnant, or while having sex in a car going 200 MPH.
2. If you have heart disease, cancer, liver disease, scabies, autoimmune, diabetes, COPD, or any other rudding issue that is rotting your insides and driving you crazy? – then poison might not be right for you.
3. If you are taking any other kinds of poison, you might not want to take poison.
4. Stop using poison if your eyes turn green or you get an uncontrollable twitch in your left eye.
5. If you are over 50 and are at risk for common over 50 shit? – you can take poison.
6. Poison is best taken while drinking or getting high on cocaine …
7. If poison isn’t working, you can try taking more poison …
8. Fuck you and eat your poison.

“What if there is no hammer?” – a potential, from The Matrix

I’m close to calling BS on two things:

– that Paul was injured at all

and linked

– that he had any “brain surgery”

This all looks like a COPS episode that never gets aired.

(same thing you’d find at any trailer park on Friday night)

The “hammer” part of this story is becoming progressively harder to believe … Depending on what kind of hammer, one whack would have knocked out Paul … probably killed him … So what? – limp wristed swing? (perhaps) Or, as stated, there was no “hammer” at all …

Here’s what MIGHT have happened:

1. someone who was part of the Pelosi security team OR security for a nearby residence believed something untoward was happening at the Pelosi residence. Could have been a private detective hired by Nancy or some other operative.
2. The cops show up, Paul is in his underwear, Depape is in his underwear, and they’re NOT cooking meth … so something weird is happening.
3. Cops manufacture story about a “hammer” and an injury … perhaps there was some kind of blood, on the scene, that could be used to do this.
4. The “brain surgery” was more bullshit to garner sympathy/support.
5. And MAYBE there was a “hammer”, but its purpose was as a prop, to be used in case the cops showed up to a Paul-Party and Paul needed a good alibi … “hey, that dude attacked me with a hammer …”
6. Depape, being a transient type gay hobo, will likely end up dead soon.
7. This is looking more and more like “The Jussie Smolett Story, Part 2: Old Dude Gay Sex” ..(and why not release the camera footage?)
8. BTW: “Smollett’ing” is now a thing

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/pelosi-did-not-declare-emergency-nbc-raises-questions-about-unexplained-30-minutes-during

Democracy requires electricity … (someone call the Ancient Greeks)

Link: https://www.azleg.gov/ars/16/00602.htm

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/arizona-county-sued-over-planned-hand-count-ballots

The help …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/jeff-bezos-sued-ex-housekeeper-over-amazon-warehouse-conditions-racism

Let a liar …

“Let a liar talk long enough, he’ll speak the truth.” – Dr. Freckles

Sted Master Gurgen … (a lord of Boblimptock)

Following the 5th Atomic War, Fuer-Master Gurgen lay stricken on the battlefield. His urine was bloody and cold, his heart filled with monkey-mold. His mind a parasite village, a “head full of bees” as the old folks would say … he was dying of brostimpus-deels disorder, and a new FUER-MASTER would need to be chosen …

In the time of the black moon and the wolf-squirrel …

A young lad good with a spike and a whip and a steel chain, he would hurl himself at the inside-out bears and achieve total victory during the GREAT CONFLICT of YAB.

A young brute, with silvery hair and greenish skin, armed only with his wit and the muskul oils of Thwarntoz, where the high priestess women massage themselves with joob-bile and cundrom-sauce.

His name was STED … but he would soon be the NEW FUER-MASTER …

When STED was 8, 4 dingus-merchants visited his parents. They had gold and spices and hookers and cocaine … they offered to buy young STED for 5 pounds of gold, and his parents, being poor and addicted to crack, took the gold.

The merchants took STED to the EASTERN PROVINCE, where the GURU STEVE lived. Steve made knives out of old chainsaw chain … he was a blacksmith and a farmer and a hunter and a lover … he had wives in every crevice of the world, anywhere he fell there was some young busty maiden to rub oils on his wounds and yank is zuby-pipe.

STED grew bold and strong. STED learned the ways of CHIEF DIGGLER and joined the ranks of the hobo-shaman. He cast spells and sold bogus lottery tickets to the Mexican-Irish in TEXAS. His masters feared him, so they let him follow the jaded and jagged side roads, they let him feast upon the monkey-paste and dine with the queens of V’ygsoon.

STED was 17 when he met the witch of VAROOM. She told him he was the NEW FUER-MASTER to replace FEUR-MASTER GURGEN. “The lands have been without a FUER-MASTER for too long, the soil grows hard again, the water glows with radiological fury, the children do not read or write good, and the women have given in to HARLOTRY!”, the witch told STED he needed to choose the throne, if only for the lifetime supply of cocaine.

The ceremony was complete, and STED became FUER-MASTER STED and the guardian of the last Nalley’s Tamale factory that still supplied this nutritious treat to all the scrumbly folk and wandering tramps …

STED would reveal prophecies while drinking and smoking crack:

1. “There’s a 200 gigaton bomb being launched from the moon, it will be here real soon, it will go kaboom …”
2. “Freeze-dried elephant monkey poop pie, it’s on sale at SAFEWAY, we’re all gonna die …”
3. “She drives a GM truck, she’s a country girl she’ll take for a whirl …”
4. “We all love corrugated monkey meat, it gives our lives a special treat, it’s always on sale.”

Ash and trash …

1. The “snow” we got
2. weird paranoid thought: is there less oxygen in the air than there used to be
3. I need money for my trip back to Seattle to buy emergency cocaine
4. The site is becoming unstable the way the site did a year ago at GoDaddy before those fucks ripped me off
5. Tried to create an account on Twitter, it remained stable and unlocked for 45 minutes

Denmark …

If you MUST hate some people and some place …

“Denmark is a shitty place, with crappy people living in it.” – Shakespeare (revised)

Prophecy concerning WW3 …

When it begins …

Ching-Chong forces under the command of General CHANG-CHING will invade Alaska, WA and CA …

They will sneak in using container ships … and pour out into the port cities, hunting the street wench, eating roaches and rats, ravaging the countryside, opening new Panda Express locations …

Russian forces will invade from Canada …

Biden will wonder what kind of ice cream they’re serving that day …

When it begins …

Claivan-volk will arm themselves with tooglin-swords and mug-grease. They will wear uniforms made from dead cats and carry baseball bats with large carpentry nails driven through them. The younger ones will carry pillow cases filled with rocks and nuts and bolts and other rusty pieces of metal they can find near the old abandoned library …

Nurg-tergler, the STENIC PRINCE, will form an army of castro-wenches. They will roam the countryside near Scompton, not far from where those nuns were murdered by the CIA last year …

There will be another crispy chicken sandwich war … KFC will lose bigly.

Psychotherapy over the INTERNET: nope …

“Don’t ever do therapy over the internet.” – Dr. Freckles

RATE HIKE BLUES …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/fomc-4

JINGHIZ-LOHR … (a lesser known LORD of BOBLIMPTOCK)

He walked in the sunshine with the 44 gods, when the world was new and the earth was still fresh. He hunted skylark-pony on the plains of T’ybek, and among the FRUNG people he led a revolution of total satisfaction, spreading dingo-crabs to every hooker and having an 8-ball of cocaine ready at EVERY party …

Jinghiz-Lohr ruled the 21 realms following the atomic wars … his lands were vast and filled with dead. He would ride his shark-eagle across the territories of YOD – and nothing could stop his throng. He fed on whale-perch and wore a codpiece made of iron and pain. In the age of BOBLIMPTOCK, he was the RADIOACTIVE COMMANDER ELITE and women sought his man juice.

Jinghiz-LOHR took the lands east of GRINKEN. He managed to topple governments and take their hookers as his wives … following the 12th Atomic War, all the scunglin-folk were covered in keester-oil sores. They would drain these sores and put the pus and munctus into a large pot … they would add crickets and rat parts and old style Nalley’s Tamales … Jinghiz would look upon this as a man with an appetite to swallow a landfill. Ching-Chong warriors dug their tunnels, and the world prepared for the 13th Atomic War.

Jinghiz once pondered … “how many more atomic wars will there be?”

And the Demon X’inder said in response: “as many are as necessary for you monkeys to learn …”

Jinghiz or “Jing” as his friends called him, had 3 mothers and 9 fathers. Their gumbo-grease was mixed into a great vat, and they would spoon out gobs of this stuff with an old rusty soup ladle and pour it into the mother’s xig-caves, where the mixture incooblerated and festered and formed strange long compounds, minerals, vitamins and formed a breeding matrix for the clap. The women then de-cloaked their busty bodies and wrestled each other, in the busty sauces of TOR, where meagen-priests made sacrifices and the priestess-guardians grew hungry for the flesh … After 5 months, the child would spring forth, randomly, from one of the 3 women’s mester-pools, and at that moment they would scream and wail and welcome the next LOHR, or ruler of the NUGGEN-VOLK.

Jing could build a home out of sand and blood. He could transfer his thoughts, into a bat, and then have that bat do some wild shit …

Jing had the power of Ourox, his hands glowed white hot, and his fists were made of titanium. With every karate chop, he could split a man in half – he didn’t cry … his sadness took the form of knives.

Jing journeyed, when he was young, to the land of Vod, where the mad monk of S’compton lived, among coyote strippers and old frail harlots. He learned to scoop and move, he learned the way of CLOG. The mad monk taught Jing the power of 9 perceptions, and the middle world between the paint and the wall. This was Jing’s new style destiny, and he could sense a weird feeling in his man-rod.

… the 9 perceptions or SOUL-LEVELS are as follows …

1. T’lib: this happens upon awaking into the MEAT-WORLD. You feel a tingle in your dinctus, and your butt quivers. Your body demands the EXPULSION of waste – but analyzes this experience, determining HARD-SOFT conditions for poo and the kinds of Indian vindaloo that produce the most satisfying body screams, or bowel movements. To be in harmony with your sphincter is to achieve LEVEL ONE perception or T’lib.
2. Aagen: … it’s like you’re up late watching PornHub videos, mainly Ava Adams. And you feel as if you know her, that you’re connected. You massage your own booge-horg and feel and great power-pull into the region of love-grease and oil expansion. And at that moment you are with Ava Adams, and she is rubbing coconut grease on her ample orbs, and groaning and moaning your name … and as she groans and moans you notice a substance dripping from her underwear, and this is golden and buttery so you make popcorn and collect the stuff and put it ON the popcorn. You finish the popcorn and awaken, realizing it WAS ALL a DREAM … and then Kurt Cobain’s ghost shows up, and you play a set.
3. Turino: this is the sensation of soul-oneness with small furry animals, cats, dogs, sometimes hamsters. Your minds are synchronized: if they feel pain, you feel pain. If they are sad, the sadness grows in you … if they feel like pooping on the neighbor’s lawn? – you see where this is going.
4. Zipzomatic: this is the feeling you get when you look at your paycheck and think “fuck, I don’t get paid enough”. This usually results in visiting some bar after work and developing some kind of unhealthy relationship with the bartender there, with visible herpes. You end up leaving your wife and kids and moving in with the herpes woman and life seems grand … until a random stranger offers you a map to a goldmine in UTAH, not far from VERNAL, near that mass grave where the Mormons killed them injuns in 1896 … you can’t find your way home, and that’s the KEY.
5. Xoog-Roy: once you have an ONLY-FANS account, you can tap into this juice. There’s an electric connection between yourself and some rando-stranger peaking at your johnson from across the WWW. You sense the frustration and anger, from some bogo-freak living in a basement, eating dongo-fries and breathing lyre-fumes. And when the strungis becomes peaked and firm, the coop-gas gets released and the freaks stop paying their credit card bills. This is the sensation of total bleakness, Xoog-Roy.
6. Playidas: Yoog-hounds can trace their way home, no matter how far away they are abandoned. They can find their owners, asleep in their beds, and visit upon them great abuses and harm … as if loneliness is manifest in all consciousness and these dogs feel it all and the worst parts of being left alone, in the dark, no food, no love. This is Playidas …
7. Wey-hor: it’s the FRINGE-CONNECT on your email account that sifts through player minds-sets and finds true ONE-SHIP … when you are one with the other and the other is connected to your loorg-pipe or man-tube. That moment she decides to pull a knife out from under the pillow and cut off your cock? – that’s when you can perceive Wey-hor and the great GROIN agony.
8. Lurg: after the age of DOOM, when COL SANDERS 6 armies are beaten at the Battle of Denver? – there comes an APE-GURU connected to all chimps and gorillas. His name will be Brogas the Immense. He would tower over his contemporaries, never revealing to them the horrible truth … that he was WOOKIE … MAN BEAST … BIG FOOT … SWAMP APE … he was the thing that screamed in the Louisiana bayou demanding justice for the dolphin. In the fragile vibration of this life, you can connect to toads … this is LURG …
9. Codaroomaboomalapa: Once you achieved the 8 corner stone perceptions, and mastered oneness with small furry animals, you are ready for SOUL TRIUMPH vis-a-vis MIND WORTHYNESS … and this is exemplar of CHRONIC-SUNDRY moog-viss or dingus of Saab. In the time of Grinken, the whale-beasts will roam the old town and the mistress will inguzzlelate herself with cister-wine and troog-worms. As if all this undulating sin were not enough, there is the tremor of TROOG … and when you’ve incorporated all of this, you can state definitely you are ready to split people in half with one karate chop, and then do some coke.

“WHERE ARE THE HARBINGERS?!?”, Jing yelled at the great mountain, the cliffs, the rocks and the river.

He was seeking the balance of ZINDER-REALM, and his own codpiece was covered in fire ants … and this was uncomfortable.

“WHY HAVE YOU ABANDONED THE SWAMP APES AND THE NUGGEN-VOLK?”, but only silence followed, as Jing laid down his head and the sun dipped behind the great mountain.

As night fell, so Jing fell into a deep sleep …

He went to a dream world, where frog-sailors built ships of weed and old time’y town squares were inhabited by rat-soldiers and dusty old munge-whores.

He dreamed he was SLUNGIS, the MAN-LORD, the one of many hooker wives …

He dreamed his hooker wives were all laid out on a gigantic bed, a bed that shook and shake’d and sprayed sexual greases all over the place, ancient oils of lusty boovulus.

He dreamed of battling the old dragon of D’ig, where COONDRAK the FIRE RAIDER held sway, and the several armies of Wug stood fast against the ORCA ZONE and the coming raccoon storm …

And as the sun rose, and dawn broke upon the plains of G’OGGEN … Jing himself awoke with new insights and a vision to lead his tribe …

Life’s strange dynamic …

“Don’t be afraid to stand your ground, don’t be afraid to pack your bags, because life has this strange dynamic.” – Dr. Freckles

Live Free …

“Life free, or commie.” – Dr. Freckles

Mulligan …

What is a MULLIGAN?

Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulligan_(games)

Link: https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2022/10/covid-response-forgiveness/671879/

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/you-murderous-hypocrites-outrage-ensues-after-atlantic-suggests-amnesty-pandemic

I don’t …

I don’t forgive the ministers, I don’t forgive the lawyers, I don’t forgive the journalists or the scientists …

It’s not my place to forgive them … it is for Jesus.

“Let Jesus forgive, I’ll make sure they keep their appointment.” – Dr. Freckles

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I buried Paul …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/nancy-pelosis-husband-violently-assaulted-sf-home-invasion

Paul was with Yuli, his personal seal trainer …

They were playing “banksy”, as they shoved newspaper up each other’s butts and then lit the stuff on fire …

They had a third unidentified guy, eating chili in the corner, who would get up periodically and fart and pee on them …

And it just went sideways.

Paul and his twink may have been doing “MC HAMMER” or “hammer time” …

Take the handle of the hammer and shove it up the twink’s butt, you then give him oral highway or British tiramisu … all of which can lead to head injury, especially if you’re doing it MEXICAN STYLE …

His sexual partner pushed it too far …

Paul and his lover Levi Ballz were playing “village people” …

Paul was dressed as a NAVY admiral, Levi was the “carpenter” …

And it just got crazy …

it’s known as “making french fries” in the gay community …

sometimes “steak fries” … or playing “sweet potato”

Interestingly enough: when you play “sweet potato” in LA, you usually use zucchini …

… he and his sex-slave were doing poppers, and using penile-digglers and rasp-wazzles …. and shoving potatoes up each other’s butts … stuff got out of control.

And NANCY … ?????

He married her BECAUSE she’s a nasty drunk …

He can have his SIDE SHOW, and things got messy …

He ordered off the local menu, Nancy caught them, and she flew into an alcoholic rage …

This will get buried, some black-mexican will be blamed.

But the real story man …

Depape and PAUL were playing “two bag boys for Miss Gibonsy …”

It’s a dangerous game involving WD-40 and PVC tubing and large charge capacitors that you charge up and then insert into your yurgen-tunnel. And one of the dudes dresses like a bird and poops on your head … and then you kum in some biscuit sauce and get wasted off crack cocaine …

And surprisingly … something went wrong.

The “SISTEEEN CHAPEL” is a common trope in Castro, SF. You pay some poor dude money and crack and you buy him a tunic … you hand him some kind of carpenter hammer and say “now, build upon this rock” … as you arch your back, the young greaser twink inserts a volcanic stone into your sphincter, and then begins bashing it in with his hammer …

And maybe … this was too much …

“october surprise” is also very popular in San Fran …

You start with a “denver omelette”, that’s great but you need about 3 pounds of metal shavings mixed with wood chips and diesel fuel …

After you’re done massaging the junctus … you relieve pressure for the man-wand …

And something terrible occurred …

And if they were making a “denver omelette”, then something was haywire …

BTW: I believe the “brain surgery” is Smolett style sympathy-mining …

It’s kind of tragic, because PAUL was probably wanting play “Sister Mary”, while Depape was in the mood for “Old Man and the Pee” …

SOME DUDE ON ZH:

Ok let me get this story straight: the “intruder” breaks into the house, finds Paul in his underwear, the intruder slips off his clothing, the cops show up, the intruder rips a hammer out of Paul’s hands and then beats him with it in front of cops. Nice story.

Yes – every real life porn film starts that way

Me?

I think they were playing “Dirty Hairy”, and Depape, who was supposed to be the bungo-freak, brought too much nitrous … they probably overloaded and then Paul shot his load into the fondue set, and that’s when things got rough …

It’s possible they were playing “Mormon night out”, and the third guy didn’t show up or showed up late. They were in a kind of special love-nest-rope-trap, and it got bad …

The Mormon showed up and started pouring chocolate sauce all over the place … and this was the TRIGGER.

They were playing “Shelly Long”, and Nancy’s gape got filled with popcorn butter but the electrical outlet was way too close to the reverberating-anal-spreader … it was bad.

I think Paul was hoping for the “Tennessee Cowboy”, but instead he ended up with the “old fashioned Kentucky ass kicking” …

That’s $2,000/hour …

They used to call it the “San Francisco Treat”, but it’s where the top and his twink tie telephone wire around their glinctus, while they’re wearing adult diapers and tossing lumps of rotten horse meat at each other. This is done in preparation for the coup de grace of playing anal sculptor and then lighting off fire crackers in each other’s dinctus holes.

Of course they could have been playing “Queen of England”. This is dangerous, and does involve hammers and hatchets and lumps of coal. You have to have a keen eye for detail, because the rope play is intricate and if you pull on the wrong knot you can cause bodily harm.

Some freaks in SF think the old queen was playing “hot and moist”, while Depape was likely the “old squire boy from the village” and Paul was the brown dragon.

Sometimes things get messy … and a gay couple will try something really dangerous … like “the chunnel”. Sure, it seems exciting, but there are so many risks and so much KY jelly is used up in the process. “The Chunnel” is often followed up with “Al Pacino’s Secret” and then some kind of lazy reach around …

The “jungle book” is when things get really bad. Usually the twink brings the ants, hamsters, and other birds. These animals are coerced into entering the elder gay man’s mangina which is being held open by some surgical spreaders …

The hammer is typically used when playing “Ken Doll’s Surprise”, but I think Depape was wanting to play “lazy lumberjack” and Paul was confused.

I heard about this couple from Boy’s Town in Chicago that used to play “hide the penny”, but you need pliers for this … and maybe motor oil … but you would never use a hammer, would you?

People are asking what Nancy was up to …

But I heard Paul and Depape were on the “swing sets” and Nancy was on the “lazy susan”. They might have been doing “Cougar’s Revenge” when Depape failed to remove the shlig-pipe from Nancy’s nungis-hole. Nancy began convulsing, and that’s when the hammer slipped and hurled towards Paul’s anus-wax covered head.

This is probably what happened …

Paul was at the Blue Oyster tavern, drinking alone. Nancy was out with her friends, buying ice cream and anal swabs. Paul was at the bar, waiting for that special somebody.

Depape shows up and Paul can’t get stop looking at his package. 

“Want to come back to my place?”, Paul asked.

Depape nodded, and they headed to the Uber …

Back at Paul’s, they began by playing “My Dear Uncle Jibbly”, but this quickly became a variant of “London Bridge” mixed with “Gin Rummy”. After about 45 minutes, Paul and Depape did a couple lines of coke and then got into the tool boxes in the garage.

Paul proposed the game of “find the robin’s hatch”, but Depape wanted to play “This Old House”, and that’s when things took a turn …. and stuff got real.

I think Paul wanted to play a game called “George Clooney”, and Depape was supposed to dress up like a woman and pull his C0CK back between his legs. Things got clinched up nearing the climax, and Paul grabbed the brazing torch while Depape took the crab leg crusher and smacked Paul across the face.

All of this happened so fast …

… Depape was going to dress up like “Patricia Anne Swallows”, and Paul was going to play “Lord Reardon”. 

They stopped at Bartel’s to buy scotch tape and krazy glue and clam chowder.

After about 45 minutes of “Tim has the twitches”, Depape wanted to be on top and Paul said no. Depape saw a crab-shuck hammer on the floor next to Nancy’s heroin kit, and he just went for it …

Lifetime Movie coming out in 2023 …

“Secret Carpenter: the Paul Pelosi story”

It will be poignant and daring and magical … like some sleazy version of Brokeback Mountain …

(sleazier I mean)

There’s a good chance Paul was playing the “Island of Dr. Moreau” and Depape had dressed up like a crab, but then Paul set fire to the fondue set and spilled chocolate sex grease all over the french bulldog …

1 in every 3 accidents with a tool or appliance involves a gay sex act gone awry …

It used to be you couldn’t talk about gay sex …

It was secret MAN LOVE involving electrical wiring and broken glass and black nylon ropes and chuzzle-grease …

And you wouldn’t DARE ASK what two men in underwear were doing and why …

THEY WOULD INSKUZZLELATE THEMSELVES at every bathhouse, selling tinglies to the twink-lords and remembering the old times when all they had were the sewers and the rest areas and bowling alleys …

These lost dark loves, so fragile in the moonlight, trembling with fear as you insert the handle of the hammer into the goop-hole.

And this is love.

“circular saw”

“utility belt”

“dremel”

“sanding”

These all have different meanings in the gay man community …

“midnight basketball” also means something different in the gay-man community …

Paul wanted a cool-time Charley, but what he got was a wired twink looking for some dangerous action … Paul bought joob-oil and crisco and a frumbly-wand …

But Depape was wanting something darker …

They began, as Paul always did, with the “General’s Firing Squad”, but this quickly devolved into “Sarah’s Bunt Cake” and went further …

This was inevitable.

I think Paul believed they were playing “Ann Margaret’s Debut”, but Depape was really playing “BILLY the Skid”.

Paul went into that place looking for something dangerous …

He’d been trolling Castro for a while, but he ended up near Haight/Ashbury with a broomstick handle shoved up his a-zone and a hangover from drinking ever clear with the mayor …

A young lad, covered in street grease, came up to him … “hey man, you wanna party …”

Paul took him home … but first they had to stop at Home Depot …

They bought plastic tubing and drop cloth and fire extinguishers and roofing hammers …

They bought jimbo-style cook grease and one of those plastic swimming pools for dogs …

Neither one understood how crazy this would get …

Paul thought he was playing “The King’s Knight”, but Depape was playing “Texas Oil Strike” …

And there will be blood.

Fun fact:

All Home Depot stores in the San Francisco area are required by STATUTE to have pamphlets and handouts on how to safely use gardening equipment in gay style man sex.

“garden weasel” …

In San Fran, this means something different …

Paul thought they were going to play a game called “The Graduate”, but Depape was “Good Will Hunting” and had all the maple syrup and rock salt …

The bottom or “twink” in this case would run maple syrup and rock salt on their splingus …

The TOP or ELITE SIM would tie rubber bands on his balls and shove three turnips up his yincter …

They would break dance and toss chocolate scrunge at each other …

They would laugh and kiss and feel the embrace of their disgrace …

Eventually, Depape would say … “can you shove THAT up my butt?”

And Paul said “the hammer”, which end?

In the time of gleemptus, Paul rode a hawk.

Paul said to Depape, “will you be my sparrow-prince?”

And Depape said to Paul, “only if you’ll be my queer-dear and we can live all special like in the clouds far away from the evil witch …”

Paul looked around the room …

He saw the marks of his evil wife, and her scribble-oils …

He could no longer look into her fetid gape …

But what to do, how do gay men in San Fran escape from such as Nancy?

What if this was a REALLY convoluted and coke fueled gay escape plan?

I mean: those old queens … it’s all 007 and shit with them … going to the park late at night …

So maybe in their coke fiend states they thought “shit, what if we get into some gay man mash up and embarrass the F out of Nancy … she’ll have to set us free to have gay man sex in Barbados …”

Just a slight variation on a theme …

GAY ESCAPE PLAN – the common “heroes journey” for most queers.

Gay men dream of GAY MAN ISLAND …

A place they can go to and have gay-man style sex, with no limits …

This is where they were trying to go …

(the hammer was their pink slipper)

These types of gay hookups gone bad are often referred to as “A night at the Roxbury” …

Usually, the top instigates by using too much windex on the twinks tool box, but then the chimpanzee is let outside and the kangaroo coke is over and done with …

There’s a lot of whiskey and farting and object insertion …

Pledges of love and regret …

As the last whiskey bottle is inserted into the buntis pipe …

And the dogs scream in the night.

We now know they were probably playing a game called “two apples for Miss America” …

They got tired and the amal nitrate poppers were running low …

Nancy injected KROKODIL into Paul’s vein, and Depape was in the corner, playing the role of “Little Bimbo” …

But the cables got all screwed up and they ended up doing a “Borgnine” instead of a “McQueen” …

And then Depape grabbed the hammer and that was it.

Nancy let him in, as she always did. She wore a vorg-suit made of tin and anguish …

She led the poor sap up to the master bedroom, where Paul, spread eagle, had his “unit” inserted into ROOMBA and was playing the game “Terminator” … or … maybe it was the “Forbin Project” …

Depape, stripped down and Nancy doused him in gumble-grease and ointment pus and then tied him up and tossed him on the bed with Paul …

After Nancy finished off a case of wine, she began burning them with a cigarette …

It got bad, real bad ….

She placed DePape’s rod in a metal clasp and tied this to a french bulldog nearby …

And Depape broke …

He picked up the silver hammer for shucking King Crab, mashed up Paul and went running for the door …

(and the cops were waiting, already paid off with hookers and get-out-of-jail rape cards)

Food …

“Food was NEVER supposed to be cheap.” – Dr. Freckles

(that thing about inferior goods)

The State Withering Away …

“The Marxists talk talk talk about the state withering away, but the anarchists KNOW HOW we get there.” – Dr. Freckles

Alienation …

“The real alienation was never from the means of production. The real alienation was from nature, by steps, by slices, until we became untetherered, separate from any healthy ecology.” – Dr. Freckles

From here …

“I wish I had a t-shirt that said ‘FROM HERE: IT GETS WORSE’.” – Dr. Freckles

Thanks-Christmas …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/personal-finance/thanksgiving-dinner-will-cost-lot-more-year

By the year 2027 …

People will eat “bologna surprise” for Thanks-Christmas … yeah, they merge the holiday into Thanks-Christmas … the two holidays were too expensive. They will add in BLACK FRIDAY and call it “BUY MONGO SHIT DAY … and maybe beat up some folks …” … It will be AWESOME.

And you eat a mongo-feast of gumbo-grease and other holy offerings. You find old dead cats and you hang them from the gambrels … and the old harlot demons sing songs of SMART TVs and CD-ROM chargers and cancer-cubes flavored with bacon and dingus …

On THANKS-CHRISTMAS DAY, following BUY MONGO SHIT? – Jolly-Jorgles the Clown goes around … delivering gifts … and sometimes having sex with your mom. He fucks your mom … he doesn’t care if she’s dead.

By the year 2029 …

The 8 scroblin clans of region-3 will form a Traagen-Army …

The TURKEY will be used as QUAG-FUEL for the brogglen-tanks and to feed the kepler-wolves.

Black Friday was replaced with Red Thursday … a time of burning and yearning.

Radioactivity will be everywhere …

(even in your crotch …)

By the year 2030 …

You will get a letter from an old friend about a metal tube and an alien race. You will be invited to an “old fashioned” Thanksgiving in New England, at some abandoned farm where a bunch of hookers were murdered during the Great Depression.

When you arrive, your friend cannot be found – there is simply a metal cylinder sitting on a kitchen table next to an intercom with a note next to it … “PRESS TO TALK” …

You press the button and speak, “hey man, where you at?” …

Out of the tinny speaker comes a crackling voice … “yo bud, my brain has been put into this old whiskey can by them there aliens called the FUNGI people … they are really nice, from Pluto, and want to put you and your family in Folgers cans ….”

And this is not the worst Thanksgiving that year, believe you me …

By the year 2035 ….

We will celebrate THANK-YOU-TUMORS day … a special day when you take a razor and cut the tumors and lesions from your body … you mix them into an iron pot or dutch oven … you add whatever stringoh-sauce or jergis-salt or other spice you can buy from the witch that lives in the old abandoned reactor.

You make a kind of burrito out of fiberglass and metal shavings, and you jam that infernal thing with as much of the special STEW defined above … and you shove that JOY-TACO into your shriveled and pain ridden mouth, covered in sores and open wounds and dripping with pus that you then use as a salsa …

TUMORs will be seen as gifts from the great fireball, the liberator, the POXY-CLIPSE …

By the year 2050 …

It’s gonna get nice an cozy. We’ll all sit around that Thanksgiving drinking pumpkin spice coffee and shoving potatoes up our butts. We’ll make meat soup and have troglan-parties. People will smile and slap each other and play grab ass … they’ll bleed into their urine.

HARVEST TIME will be the beginning the season, when the freaks and nerds and greasers and geeks form various unholy gangs of street fighters. They go out to gather up the street protein and the farmland boob milk. Women will make human cheese and sell these cheese sandwiches … and they’ll drink more pumpkin spice coffee.

Prayers …

“Sometimes the Lord answers prayers, sometimes he’s just there to listen.” – Dr. Freckles

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Ash and trash …

1. Kia pissed on another dog’s grave.
2. The cottage cheese has been hit/miss … but a few weeks ago it was all miss
3. I found a bag of LAY’S Wavy Chips … non-flavored … (rare)
4. I have the itinerary for going back to Seattle … I might appear at some kind of meetup … more info to come.
5. Weird patterns on JS8 the last few days …

DNA or Chromosomes?

Halloween 3 …

This movie pisses me off.

Leadership …

“Leadership is the art of surfing the wave of human potential.” – Dr. Freckles

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221025_NOVELTY.mp3

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Chips …

Saw a dude pick up a bag of cancer chips at the Maverick, he said “FIVE BUCKS …” and the put the bag of chips back …

I said: “buddy, that will be 10 bucks in 6 months …”

He didn’t laugh or smile …

He nodded.

Weakness …

“We all have our Achilles bacon.” – Dr. Freckles

Fate …

“Fate is the dance between freewill and God.” – Dr. Freckles

“Destiny stands at the intersection of God and freedom.” – Dr. Freckles

Road Games …

… or …

How the Ugly American solved a crime and banged Jamie Lee Curtis …

Novelty …

“Any madman is a novelty.” – Dr. Freckles

14 Ways to FIGHT INFLATION!

Link: https://www.reviewjournal.com/life/14-smart-ways-to-fight-soaring-price-inflation-2662345/

1. Make a deal with Satan.
2. Re-use whale grease and other crud.
3. Boxes make great homes.
4. Learn to steal.
5. Sell AMWAY.
6. Sell your kidneys … and other sellable body parts.
7. Become a hooker.
8. Sell hooker grease.
9. Make extra cash as a rat hunter.
10. Stop eating every day – do the fasting thing and eat every 2 to 3 days.
11. Buy only SCRUMBO-STYLE MEAT FLAVORED beef products …
12. Beg for money from your neighbor … beggar thy neighbor or some such shit
13. Use your dogs to transport illegal drugs …
14. Stop taking baths, or brushing your teeth, or taking showers or using deodorant … you work from home, right dawg?

It’s a mistake …

Getting an ‘A’ …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/economics/after-xis-crowning-china-surprises-world-gdp-growth-beat-yuan-slides

“Everyone can get an ‘A’, if you can make up the answers.” – Dr. Freckles

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221021_DIESEL.mp3

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My brother …

Something nice to say.

Not a complete list:

1. I tore apart his train set
2. he helped me get elected
3. he and I dealt with our dad’s abuse together
4. he let me burn popcorn at his dorm, at the UW
5. we would go see movies
6. we shared a studio apartment in Seattle
7. he became a great dad, and has grown kids now
8. he helped me get set up in Indianapolis after my divorce … it might have worked
9. he had a lot of stuff to manage in recent years, so he became a brave traveler
10. he still calls me, even though I never have good news

Diesel …

Link: https://www.eia.gov/energyexplained/diesel-fuel/use-of-diesel.php

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/forget-oil-real-crisis-diesel-inventories-us-has-just-25-days-left

You need it the way you need a wet lover on Saturday night. The lights are dim, always, because of those fucking LED street lights – the lights were brighter not so long ago. Now the race of humans crawls from one mishap to the next, in the twilight of these lights, in the shadow of an Al Gore toilet you need to flush 60 times. You need that diesel fuel to power your VOLKSWAGEN JETTA … and you don’t give a fuck if it kills some old whale in California, as long as the grizzle grease touches you and your witch wife steals the dolby buttons.

YOU NEED THAT DIESEL like you need to EAT. The food, the gombo-grease, the wheel chicklet sandwiches and burnt our frosting pies. You need the diesel so you heart can SOAR on lighting figs and scrumbo-wine.

Razor blades in the candy …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/medical/police-issue-warning-ahead-halloween-after-fentanyl-pills-found-candy-bags-lax

When I was a kid?

Back in the 1970’s?

… the time when the hippies were settling into their Clinton-Bush style American exceptional BDSM parties? Back then hooker kings ran the hooker trade just over the tracks in S’compton, near the Golden Corral that got shut down last year because someone found a dolphin tattoo on their steak … and a fingernail in the meatloaf.

It was crazy back then …

Half of all parents would put razor blades in the kids chocolate … mainly Butterfingers … because the next door neighbor’s dog told them to.

(it was awesome)

When I was a kid …

A lot of parents would put broken glass in their lemonade … they would serve it in ice cubes, in the hot sun … you’d crunch on that ice and your lips would be bleeding and the parents would laugh and laugh and laugh … because it was so fucking funny to see them damn kids lips bleeding … and crying for their mommas …

(it was beyond imagination)

1. wild dogs covered in leopard moss
2. going fishing off of the old wharf near that titty bar that burnt down
3. ski trip, in the mountains, where the old springs of D’Alok flow and the ancient ones do cocaine
4. hand out flame throwers
5. build little guillotines for squirrels

DEF CON 4 (1985)

One of the better post nuclear war films …

Paints a more accurate picture, reminiscent of the Aussie apocalypse flicks (Mad Max, etc) …

Has a decent plot to it …

Also a story about NOT giving up …

(full movie free on Youtube)

Damnation Alley (1977)

Not really great … but corny enough that it can make you laugh about nuclear holocaust …

And Jan Michael Vincent …

https://youtube.com/watch?v=bvLhyQVuyMI

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The Complexity Trap …

“The only escape from the complexity trap is pain.” – Dr. Freckles

“The cringe’iest kind of bargaining is the bargaining for lesser catastrophes.” – Dr. Freckles

Financial debt is NOT the worst kind – though the central bankers and bitcoin fanatics and government will never tell you this.

The great DEBT problem is complexity: too much complexity, and the resource costs for maintenance, let alone expansion, become non-linear.

It’s not so much that you “run out of oil”, it’s more like there’s NO AMOUNT of ANYTHING to keep up with the complexity generated by … ding, ding, ding: government.

You want a way out of this mess? – you have to de-complexity and refactor society.

(adding complexity, like adding “87,000 IRS agents”, only makes the problem worse in a non-linear way)

And in terms of military command and control? – complexity is horrific … and it doesn’t matter how “advanced” your special weapon is … it’s an “eggs in one basket” strategy … like the death star and its ONE WEAKNESS … (that blows it up)

Something from 11/9/2020:

Warmth and Light …

“Sometimes I think that brief moment of light and heat from the nuclear weapon going off will feel kind of nice.” – Dr. Freckles

Spinning our wheels …

Biding time …

In the waiting room …

Going through the motions …

Waiting for the next shoe to drop …

It’s like the APE QUEEN, bringing her throng to Dooglinville, and not reminding herself that the undulation of her brunctis-zone where scabby beasts lurk and tuzzlelate her boovula. She swings with the WOOKIE FOLK and eats cream of cats. There were many who judged her, and were surprised when she fled the lands … and now they wait, for whatever …

It’s like that dude FRANK you knew in high school. He had firecrackers and fire ants and an aquarium with a piranha … He had porno magazines and a switchblade. He would brag about having sex with the English Comp teacher, he would tell stories of diddling little Jenny Moog in the bathroom. He smelled like bleach and cigarettes, you didn’t know if anything you were told was true. He said “I’m leaving on a spaceship and heading to MARS”, and he took off in that van that day … and now we wait, for him and his spaceship, and the cocaine …

What are we waiting for?

No exit …

Waiting for Godot …

Haunting the Jingus-Realm … living off poop soup.

Failure …

“I’m not embarrassed by my failures … I’m ashamed of the things I didn’t even try to do, because I was too afraid.” – Dr. Freckles

Cheating …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/we-got-weights-fish-two-anglers-charged-cheating-after-video-goes-viral

Boomers …

“They did all sex and all the drugs and they left us with their moldy rugs.” – Dr. Freckles

(cum soaked rugs)

“As history turns, the elderly are either revered or reviled.” – Dr. Freckles

Chicago …

SHEGLIN-KLAN, blood drenched fury, their eyes moving from one busty conquest to the next. Armed with bats and chain, going insane from the parasites in their food, water, rain. Jenctis-feasts being held now, where old people, old white people, are burned alive and savored by the dusky, dusty, swarthy conclave. And our own children watch as the fires glow, and Chicago becomes a graveyard, and a Bedlam …

CORBIS-ROO, the dirt-flurgur, last of the the wrench-hawks and lifetime CRIP. He has a posse of street warriors ready for action, they are armed with glock-19 designed to fire all cockeyed, the way a gangsta does when he’s high on crack and he just got done raping some white girl at the school. MIDNIGHT BASKETBALL? – hell yeah, that’s where he learned his trade, dealing, stealing, murdering and general mayhem. On those courts built by Clinton, he learned the OG way … and that’s just so Chicago.

Riviera Gomez Jones was the SOUTH SIDE sector leader for the new style AZTECS and their various Peruvian gods and INCA mud-water KINGS. A great fire eagle screamed as these mean street’r types rode their steeds down the MAG MILE, hunting gondo-flesh where the hookers clean out their boovula at Mayor Lightfoot’s street douche kiosk. “Everyone deserves a douche …”, Lori’s motto. Uugen-group hustlers break out of BOY’S TOWN, bringing their turbo crabs and their fire-herpes and their Oak Park style CLAP, all of it dripping the way Lori Lightfoot’s mouth drips drool during a long one … Chicago has NEVER been better! 

We can dance around it, but Chicago is the Devil’s now. The streets are covered in a residue of evil and the people have sunken eyes and cocaine lips. They worship BAAL in the form of some frenchie living on the balcony along the gold coast. They cover themselves in GOOG-RAGS and hangout at Old Ted’s Martini bar, where they take swigs of magic-cone and then revel in their own loin grease. These traders of commodities? – trade in dreeg-flesh and human trafficking and little kids stolen from their families in the Ukraine. They will be the pall bearers for Chicago.

WAKANDA? … that’s a crack-pipe dream. WAKANDA the JUST? … just in case you were wondering, these people will eat bat and tiger and monkey. They will pickle the eyeballs of their enemies and use them in eldritch rituals involving puppies and gerbils. Their women wear nothing but one tight string, and the men wear a codpiece made of crocodile skin. WAKANDA FOREVER? – screams some hooker dying of herpes and crabs, as 9 gorillas take her for a ride. CHICAGO, Wakanda, Uganda … Idi Amin? Chicago is a love palace.

I married a girl from Chicago …

She was a skunk-wench and a whiskey-whore, she wore a hair shirt made of cats and was always late. She’d brag on Chicago, as she slurped her kale shake and talked about how many times she’s been mugged … almost like physical violation were a right of passage there, and then you realize: Chicago is Sodom … the Whore of Babylon. Dingus freaks officiated our wedding as the porn loop gave way to driggen-dancing. And those home spun walnut birds sang their songs of underwhelming light. Along the way, we forgot how to listen – so this is why we have GLOCKS.

99 sector armies are forming up near Aurora. The last of the heebus-traders sold his tiny hat to old shlomo, and now he moves gold to Haifa for the Queen. Chicago has become that black void that only Jung understood and Freud was driven by – that ugly hole of nothing rapped in pain rapped in emptiness. The people there cannot be helped, they are the bug feast of history, and soon their bones will be collected, for “bone day”, as the dogs rule the streets and the humans moan and mope and wail and slouch their way to Gomorrah … and the sun turned black for 12 days …. and all that was left was a broken landscape of morbid dreams and wild nightmares. Want to visit Chicago, amirite?