Some rough notes on Bruce Willis, Aphasia and Weather Control …
So I now have a plausible explanation for the last decade of Bruce Willis films, most notably: BREACH (which was terrible). It seems that Mr. Willis may have a degenerative brain disorder called aphasia, if so this would make being in film rather difficult – except in a highly managed and compartmentalized way. That would mean controlled scenes, a lot of edit-in work, and frankly turning what would be, normally, cameo appearances into feature roles.
But … I must caution you.
I don’t know how much of ANY OF THIS is true – it’s possible it’s all true, it’s possible that it’s cover for something else. We live in an age of lies, deception … so do your own thinking regarding this story …
The cause of the aphasia, in Bruce’s case, has not been revealed yet.
Theory (not totally original):
Increasing rates of degenerative tissue and specifically degenerative brain disorders may be connected to the use of certain chemical compounds, aluminum-oxide being one, that are currently being used to impact climactic patterns and the weather.
I believe, based upon what I was taught as an air defense officer in the US Army, and based upon my own observations, that whatever is causing the patterns that are observable, in the sky, prior to a significant weather change, are not contrails. I cannot be certain what they are …
My view is not original, but is one of many perspectives – probably the best documented source for this topic is GeoEngineeringWatch.org. Dane Wigington runs the site, and has been an activist, trying to raise awareness, for about 2 decades. I don’t know if he is real or not, I don’t know if he’s a “sheep dog” in PSYOP/propaganda terms. He seems to be sincere and well documented in his position – but these days, it’s hard to know. Hard to know who is really who they say they are …
Here is a good article to read, but I will leave it up to you to do further research … Bottom line: if the US government is involved in covert climate/weather control, it is unlikely they would show any more concern or be more circumspect than they have been regarding other activities – like covertly exposing US citizens to radiological and biological hazards, on purpose, during the Cold War, in order to study their effects.
I have an uncle who recently died of dementia, and as with cancer: I’m knowing more and more people at younger ages who exhibit brain deterioration symptoms.
Bruce was/is a traveler, jet setter. My uncle traveled a lot. According to one theory, the male brain is less able to effectively prevent toxic exposure than the female brain, so you’d expect to see more of this in men than women.
But another impact of this poisoning from the sky is increased cancer rates … so every gender gets something …
One more thing: if the US government is covertly using nano-scale substances to impact climate and weather, then there is a high likelihood that this material is in EVERYTHING … food, water, in addition to air … it would accumulate in the body over time, flying frequently would only increase and concentrate exposure, since the air you are breathing on the plane is coming from the outside, where the spraying is happening … and planes fly through this polluted air, continuously.
And another final thought: what if the separate “systems” operating on planet Earth are not disconnected, but rather integrated. Which means: if the US government is “messing with the climate”, is it possible they are also impacting geological activity? Perhaps the same technology, like HAARP, which is being used (supposedly) for weather/climate control has other purposes, like directing waves of radio energy to key tectonic regions, causing earthquakes, eruptions, tsunamis.
And a super dooper final thought: there’s been some references to “Dark Winter”, and it makes me wonder if in the final stages of geoengineering, will they use so much material that they trigger immediate toxic reactions, like some old man or woman walking down the streets of Wuhan, and just falling over, dead … China has had a recent history of weather engineering mishaps, what if they used “too much” in 2019/2020 and the “Monkey Herpes” psyop was designed to cover this and other nation’s increasing geoengineering activities.
– Time vs Money: why I do what I do …. and why crypto turned me off early … I also believe that crypto is NOT the canary … more like the “swan song” … so precious time you could use to do actual things to protect your friends/family? – that’s wasted time … and the lights go out.
– BREAKING NEWS: BINANCE IS CONVINCING OTHER ASPERGERS CRYPTO FREAKS TO JUMP AT THE LAST MINUTE BEFORE THE CAREENING ELEVATOR CAR HITS THE GROUND … (and the chart reflects it)
– in 2017 when I worked on a crypto project, it became obvious to me that: a) the blockchain, mathematically, cannot scale and b) that most of the crypto freaks were really just looking for fast money …
– I remember attending the Startup-Societies Conference in 2017, and a LOT of crypto-barons were there … do you know what they spent most of their time talking about? – which one of their magical tokens would be chosen …. by the central banks … they always had an intention to fold into a CBDC regime, from the beginning
– when I tested bitcoin, I found that transactions less than$100 had non-deterministic behaviors in terms of both delivery AND the value delivered …
– very early on, after writing my own “white paper”, I realized the “coin” was not the first class citizen of commerce … it is the TRANSACTION … gold, corn, silver, oil, all of these are OBJECTS of the transaction … which also means: if your transactions are slow and non-deterministic? – no one will adopt. It also means that Bitcoin was ALWAYS focused on the wrong thing, ETHER as well and all the mutants.
– it’s clear that the blockchain is a forever ledger: only the IRS could love this
– when I confronted a crypto-evangelist about the behaviors of crypto, he said “well, you need to conduct business in exchanges …” … kind of like the twitter nurses in 2020 telling me to get on a ventilator because I had a cold
– who is this Satoshi? – when do they wheel out this freak?
– bitcoin was always a deep state scam
– the “blockchain” is a furnace designed to burn excess fiat
– the “crypto boom” was neo-Keynesian broken windows economics gone mad
– in order to solve some inherent flaws in crypto, “experts” in 2017 were telling people “well, you should use a network” or “use an exchange”, and then I asked them about the claims of no counterparty risk or third party dependencies? – and then their eyes glaze over
– USABLE … you want to sell something? Get people involved in something? YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT USABLE … it’s 2022 … what’s the excuse? … the reason why I refunded money for the RAD projects this year? – simple … the more I dug into JS8 Call, the more I tested it, the more bugs/problems I found … and the radios being used ARE NOT $50 subsidized “smart” phones … they are radios, the cheapest of which will cost you $200, and it’s up from there …
– is there some mysterious class of people “living their lives” with crypto? – sure … and I think Biosphere 2 was a success for a couple months too …
– history, as of right now, is ON cryptos side: as James Howard Kunstler pointed out in “Too Much Magic”, people need to believe these schemes, these technologies, will somehow, magically save “normality” … normal is over …. but crypto preys on this desire
Smart people …
“Let me tell you about ‘smart’ people: they get to the wrong answer faster.” – Dr. Freckles
What’s up with Bruce Willis?
A lot of films, in the last 10 years, have had Bruce Willis in them – but few of these films were any good …
A great example is “Breach”, which came out a couple of years ago …
I just watched “Reprisal”, and this movie seems to show case a slightly drunk Willis drawing on a white board … taking part half heartedly in some action scenes …
Robots took over at DAVIS … I know, it’s 2022 BOBLIMPTOCK … but they’re here now … and the staff are all “whatever” …
The drivers of those trucks want to kill you sometimes when you’re crossing the street …
I was thinking about a DAHMER network … all DAHMER movies or in the style of … there’ve been a few actors to play DAHMER so far, so get them in the lineup … Maybe get Ann Heche to do some promo work at the COMICON shit … but then I was thinking about this commercial for the MIKO robot, but how most kids the first thing they’re going to do is hack it so it says really racist crap like “that’s an n-word over there” … but then it was like, why not have a reality TV show where you have this remote controlled robot that goes around different neighborhoods and says really vile and racist crap … of course people will destroy it … that’s part of the fun … maybe you give it stink bombs … dog shit catapults … AND then … it’s like RINVOQ for ulcerative collitis … I don’t know if I have it, but I’m asking my doctor.
I was out for a walk with the dogs, as the sky-hawks sprayed their celestial poop upon us … and I could feel the graphene tendrils dig deeper into my soul and my skin crawled and the dog whispered bad thoughts into my head … “those people … over there … they don’t look quite right”, Boomer would say, and then lick his butt.
“Today I’m using Batiste …” … a couple hookers in Vegas, been there 6 months … used up and burnt out at 22 … the BATISTE keeps their whore lifestyle going … they will burn themselves out …
When I’m home for Thanksgiving, I’m going to tell them that I got into a fight at a bar in S’compton, and it’s because this weird guy didn’t look at me so good … and that made me angry and such … and it was “I’LL KILL YOU!” the way a Texas desperado says it, with emphasis … I killed him with a knife, I told the SOB I’d take his life.
Bryb (old english): the part of the goat, once slaughtered, that is LEAST desired … can be used as a noun or as a verb … To bryb is to re-boovulate a woman’s boovula, post coitus, using the Lentango-method and then to consume her inter-coital skunk juice …
Superannuated: obsolete through age or new technological or intellectual developments
Election Night Results: FL “Catastrophic” For Dems, Vance Takes OH, Fetterman Tops Oz … The Democrats declared VICTORY … yay … yay for victory. GOP took Florida? – but why …
Beer halls, cranes, airplanes, red squirrel gone bad, break the old man’s back …
Mark Zuckerberg To Fire 11,000 Meta Employees … he suggested they learn how to dig through dumpsters and wrestle coyotes for 50 cents a day … he suggested the women make themselves up and get ready to HOOK … to head for the streets and sell their stale pussy to JIMBO REAMS near the Tenderloin. He suggested the men become gay hookers and pimps as well, that they sell krokodil and heroin to school children … and to make sure that they hand out apples with razor blades in them … because ALL OF THIS would help.
STRONGO maidens are handing out flowers to the dustrin-teams.
Labour MP Diane Abbott Says Rape Of Teenage Boy At Refugee Hotel “Is What Happens When You Demonize Migrants” …
Janet Mange, carrier of dreebus-5-crabs, moves from bar to bar picking up men. She wears hot red lipstick and high heels and a pretty little baby doll dress that lets you see her panties … She’s HOT and ready … if she’s at the bar? – you better be ready …
You left your home for work. Your car was almost out of gas so you stop at the Union station to buy some … you grab a coke and a soup-grizzler and one of those hotdogs that sits there all day and marinates in the infinite pain … you get to work and Sarah calls you out in a meeting … you decide to kidnap her and sell her to the Albanians …
Swamp monkey ZED is almost dead, his people are hungry his world is RED, his mind is corroded, his wife is a skank, he drives to buy whiskey in a Sherman Tank. He keeps good hours, and waters the flowers, BUT DUGAN-ESQUE urinal tribes hunt after him and his kin .. what shall he do? – lose or win?
Hide and seek, dimension SILVER opens up, and the jordan-path for General TROG is no longer viable. Move slug-throw mungit whores to sector-78, while maintaining guard over the tribblin-droves.
Jewel thief is riding high near the 4th sphere …
Crystal realm music festival, the boobly dancers are on stage …
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 …
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.
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.
They’re launching missiles form out of Georgia over the Krasnodar into Ukraine …
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 …)
Mapleton, Arkansas, Silly Sauce Pizza …
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 …
“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 …
The old man drove into the parking lot and wanted to kill me, the lady in the red car wanted me dead …
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.
Color: gold … find the golden path to the golden shower …
There are these dudes, these dudes that lived, in upper jab-man-stan, not far from tab-bli-stan …
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 …
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.
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 …
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.
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 …
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 …”
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.
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.
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/
“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 …
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?
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.
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.
Dog’s have built a cargo cult around sausage and bacon
Some kind of weird vibe is setting off the dogs
Munctus settled upon the basin, drinkus, like there will “snow” soon
Debris of Halloween still on the ground
Shoreline
Kelp forest
Black Sea
Cold Deep
Submarine battle
Space Cannon
Sector 3 is in trouble from LORD DUGAH
Chambers are closed to the stink ghost
Shaggy has this OCD thing about knowing where everyone is in the house … and then he mutters his shit …
Beethoven – Symphony No.7 in A major op.92 – II, Allegretto … if you want a good soundtrack for these days, these hours …
A ditch in Duchesne, where a body was found
Plane crash, 4 people die, 9 survive, somewhere in the mountains
Kettle Falls
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
Ape space man coming with golden cures, earth woman readies her root cellar …
Turkey is something else, be careful
Read MICAH 5:2, and know the truth of the ancient times …
NING-GO is ruler of REALM-90, his D.J. skills are renown, his guards carry sky lasers
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.
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 …
A blue ring, with lights dancing around it, carrying power crystals to the FOUNTAIN, to drink the purest wine and squeeze the Charmin …
A dog is barking, he knows if he barks too much … CHARLES BARKELY appears and will kidnap the dog to the under-dog-underworld …
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
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.
Some weird people about, perhaps more witches from SLC
A dozen eggs is about $5.00 … for basic eggs … up to $7.00 for premium
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:
Don’t use poison if you are pregnant, trying to get pregnant, or while having sex in a car going 200 MPH.
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.
If you are taking any other kinds of poison, you might not want to take poison.
Stop using poison if your eyes turn green or you get an uncontrollable twitch in your left eye.
If you are over 50 and are at risk for common over 50 shit? – you can take poison.
Poison is best taken while drinking or getting high on cocaine …
If poison isn’t working, you can try taking more poison …
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:
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.
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.
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.
The “brain surgery” was more bullshit to garner sympathy/support.
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 …”
Depape, being a transient type gay hobo, will likely end up dead soon.
This is looking more and more like “The Jussie Smolett Story, Part 2: Old Dude Gay Sex” ..(and why not release the camera footage?)
“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:
“There’s a 200 gigaton bomb being launched from the moon, it will be here real soon, it will go kaboom …”
“Freeze-dried elephant monkey poop pie, it’s on sale at SAFEWAY, we’re all gonna die …”
“She drives a GM truck, she’s a country girl she’ll take for a whirl …”
“We all love corrugated monkey meat, it gives our lives a special treat, it’s always on sale.”
weird paranoid thought: is there less oxygen in the air than there used to be
I need money for my trip back to Seattle to buy emergency cocaine
The site is becoming unstable the way the site did a year ago at GoDaddy before those fucks ripped me off
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
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 …
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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 …
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.
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 …
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
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
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
