Category: Planetary Status Reports

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Stochastic Terrorism …

the public demonization of a person or group resulting in the incitement of a violent act, which is statistically probable but whose specifics cannot be predicted:The lone-wolf attack was apparently influenced by the rhetoric of stochastic terrorism.

You are sitting at a bar, and you bitch and moan about Danish people …

A random Swede hears you, and creates a meme on Twitter …

A young girl in Denmark creates a Tik Tok video about Danish pain …

A historian writes in his journal of the coming persecution of Danes …

For several generations, a family of plumbers in France who were exposed to that fucking historian’s writings, fosters and spreads a hatred of Danish people …

One day, in the year 2344, Rene Debouf sets off a barn at NEO-TACO-HUT, and kills a bunch of robot Danish people …

And this was Stochastic Terrorism Theater …

Hiring …

“Always hire people more talented than yourself, that’s how you WIN.” – Dr. Freckles

Remember when …

Remember when “firing” someone meant setting them on fire and then dumping their body behind the Starbucks?

(that was awesome)

Out there on the high plateau, being chased by bat-squirrels and lamprey-rats, you can feel the energy of predatory love tooling …

Remember when you could struggle in the zest-pits of S’compton, wrestling your lover for total sexual mastery … and then planting your ivory goo in her bib-hole and she’d be like “thanks for cumming in there”, and you’re like “I didn’t ask bitch”.

Remember when “two for a dollar” mean Shirley, the transient meth-whore, would give you a “grimbly plus and triple spleg”, and you’d clean up that mess with windex because it didn’t sting so much but the genital crabs got herpes and your lover left you in the gutter to die?

Remember when we were young and we’d frolic with joy and hope and we’d play chainsaw games and hunt turtle bat? We’d ride the river in our dugout canoes and throw nets at the monkey-owl and catch bush meat for dinner which we mixed with curry flavoring from the 7/11 store?

Remember when our parents would give us dynamite for our birthday and let us eat sugar cereal and stuff? Like “here kid, here’s some dynamite to toss at that old dude” and you’re like “thanks Pa, I needed that and boy that’ll be fun”, and then you end up killing that weird guy?

There’s money down there … (palladium)

Link: https://www.latimes.com/california/story/2023-02-15/catalytic-converter-theft-death-los-angeles-county

Price of palladium:

Wounded on the BATTLEFIELD!

Link: https://nypost.com/2023/02/17/kayla-lemieux-ditches-her-z-size-breasts-outside-the-classroom/

“Some will take whatever they can get.” – Bill Nye (is he talking about pedophilia?)

TRANS ERUPTION … not a real thing.

It’s a trauma based mind control PSYOP with the added benefit of “wounded on the battlefield” …

Wounded people take resources …

Wounded people take focus …

1. autism
2. cancer
3. dementia/alzheimers
4. trans people
5. vaccine injury

Wounded … needing help … unnecessary victims.

BTW – I’m not transphobic but I also don’t think, as a Christian, I have to abandon my values. I think I can love and pray for people and not necessarily approve of their choices, just as the same can be done for me. You might not like my choices, but you can still live in peace with me.

15 MINUTE CITY

I lived in a “15 Minute City” …

Camp Stanley, S. Korea …

I could walk 500 feet to work …

(just so nice)

(called being in the military)

Just so we’re clear:

15 MINUTE CITY == MILITARIZATION OF SOCIETY

WHITE NOISE and the OHIO DERAILMENT …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/residents-say-theyve-broken-out-rashes-after-east-palestine-train-derailment

People are turning into MONGO GOOBER type fuckers, with boils and curses and chunks of flesh just hanging off their bone. Their eyes have turned amber-blue and their minds are a mixed bag of dark foreboding and hooker delight.

Is this story being “buried” or enhanced?

“Big shadows are hard to hide.” – Dr. Freckles

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Inflation …

“If I had a million bucks? – I’d buy 20 large coffees at Starbuck’s.” – Dr. Freckles

Limited government …

“Believing in constitutionally limited government is a lot like believing in Asimov’s Laws of Robotics: it’s a nice thought, but it probably won’t work.” – Dr. Freckles

The Libertarian Party …

“The Libertarian Party is your last stop before reaching freedom.” – Dr. Freckles

Butt Rapes …

“85% of all butt rapes are performed by aliens, the other 15% are mostly CIA.” – Dr. Freckles

Super Pig

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2023/feb/20/us-threat-canada-super-pig-boar

Something I talked about …

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2023/feb/18/roald-dahl-books-rewritten-to-remove-language-deemed-offensive

There will be …

In the future, the lands will be made up of separate parts and each part will serve some nefarious purpose or serve some vampire goal.

1. There will be 100 zones outlining the various places you can go. You will be given a metal plate and that plate will be attached to your forehead – when you board a train to travel, your plate will be electrochemically stimulated to produce GINKTUS-GROO and that muck mixes with your neurotransmitters to drive you CRAZY … and once you’re GONE … you’re outta there …
2. Every ZONE is divided into 44 domains. These domains are ruled by a sexy cadre of stripper warriors, all of them busty and scantily clad and covered in the greases of the avenue. They carry switchblades with the word KARMA etched on the side …
3. A domain is composed of 75 regions. Each of these regions are filled with sklig-pipe lords and various hankus-gangs. They rove about, looking for catalytic converters and fast-time boovula. Their women are power hungry murder hoes, and their dogs are pits, covered in metal spikes.
4. A region is made up of 200 sectors, and the sectors are WEIRD. Dark sectors contain witch festrel and carrot meat. You walk for days looking for a place to sleep, but you don’t find nothing but the urban gape and it’s nasty stench.
5. Sectors are built on 9 quadrants. A quadrant is ruled over by a JINGO-MONK or KELMER-PRIEST. They are ordained as pimp daddies and street flesh controllers. All hookers shall be registered with them and given hooker names. What is your hooker name?
6. Grids are the building blocks of quadrants. Every grid has a GRID COMMANDER. The grid commander wears armor made of leather and iron, he or she carries a sword and a revolver and a fifth of Wild Turkey. These commanders are a saucy lot and capable of great feats of hooker style grease magic …
7. Blocks and their hooker queens are the basis for GRID MAGIC and total feudalistic whore control. Spider ministers acquire your soul energy and then drain it into the collective pool. You will lose your mind as you gain your way toward cocaine nightmares and old time’y ape pasta surprise.
8. All these hooker blocks contain a variable number of fortresses – these are the power centers of the future. Each year the people of the fortress vote on their THURGEN-REP, and this person takes claims of pain and agony and madness to the FEUR-MASTER GURGEN that overseas all connections to the block lords and the hooker queens. The votes are tallied, for justice, and then some random person is tossed off the ceremonial bridge.
9. Fortresses have rooms, and each room will have 21 inmates or citizens or voters. Each voter will spend his/her/its day eating muddle soup and complaining about their mold infections. The last FORTRESS KING will determine how many rooms get to stay, and which ones get flooded. You can vote on this, but voting does nothing … everyone knows this. And you’ll live in this overcrowded room, and most of your roommates will wipe their butts with their dirty laundry … because there ain’t no toilet paper.

Not giving up …

Truth is:

I yelled, I screamed, I sought help. I sat on that sidewalk, frozen, freezing, with my droopy broken arm, considering letting the shock set in and the hypothermia kill me … probably 15 minutes at that temperature.

But I didn’t give up – not a huge victory, but mine.

Liberty …

“If liberty is victorious, we all win.” – Dr. Freckles

Last Night …

I made monkey-sperm pizza last night. I was hanging with SLANT-FACE Jonesy down by the old abandoned shoe factory. We were drinking slizzle-hooch that my girl Shandy made in her underwear drawer. Our lives are LIGHT-MADE black sky trauma, and our drug is cat-glass, sold by Jorg.

I wanted to find her royal jelly and she made minced meat curry from the dead rhino at the dump. Animals have been dying at the zoo, and they just dump the bodies out there, and you pick the zoo animal that you want to eat. Carla showed up and did coke, her boyfriend was Juddy.

Ken doll types paraded down the boulevard, and we all ended up at BIG NED’S near the river. We drank Colt-45 and other swill down by the pier, and the river boats creep’d by in the night, as our boisterous ways bled white on their poetry. My girl got wet and wanted some action.

“When’s it coming”, she whispered. A train whistle in the distance as the rabble fanned out to find some place dry to sleep. She grabbed my man hammer, and I drove a hard bargain. We made a pile of clothes by the dumpster, and pulled out some cardboard for a bed and went at it.

After our tussle near the dog pound, we got up to see of FLIB’S was still open. FLIB’S was an all night, all day, club. This time of night, they usually had some choir boy type from the community college spinning trance music and hustling sandwich-grease from the stripper-whores.

At FLIB’S, the wafer artists were handing out sunshine blotter, and my heart-slave grabbed a handful and chomped it down. My girl had the twitches, she need s’klink, the new street drug. Like KROKODIL, it had EDGE and blooded rhoid energy. Her twitches would turn to sores soon.

I’d cave in the side of some dude’s head just get my woman the medicine she needs, I’d take bodies to the landfill and let the steel giants chew them up and spit them onto the latent park. New sprouts and carrot pus were sold there, where the birds stop singing and the trees die.

Last night I walked deep into DINGUS TOWN, where dog soldiers guard the harlot realm. I couldn’t stop the white gas and the green light. I couldn’t bring hope to the sandpiper women and those old drunk fishermen who told stories of tuna and whale. In this place we were the ending … what was the beginning?

A kindred self wanders, and seeks to find gentle hands to hold, and a tough heart to embrace. We’re nugget princes and fishwife queens when the sun is out, and we’re chased by every badge when the sun goes down. Our ilk lives off the fever and gumptous those weirdos make and sell.

My tunnel mites were hurting bad and my woman’s fever was turning on me. She’d picked up a rock and it looked like she wanted to bash my face in … “when’s it coming”. I couldn’t tell her, all the s’klink was off the streets because the Mormons were at a convention near Vernal.

When the time came I’d leave her like the rest: some place soft in this landscape of jagged wrecks and abandoned buildings. I’d fashion a grave marker from the fire-wax in the sewer and I’d sing songs of NO GREATER LOVE so that all the street lords would hear. She is remembered.

War

“Humans invented murder, Lucifer invented WAR.” – Dr. Freckles

Wait … what?

that cereal is for children you hate

you eat grits?

that’s a nice jar of something

you fry eggs?

did your mom sit down on a dirty toilet seat?

is that how you were conceived?

Is that your girlfriend …

the one that calls you on the other phone?

are you going to apologize to that old lady?

your car?

she went to the fancy place, don’t feed that

no, you don’t have to comment on her hair

that’s your kid’s ADHD meds?

yeah – definitely eat that before tonight

monkey pebbles?

yeah – just squeeze into that

you gonna wear that?

stop picking your butt, you’re in a meeting

you should clean up the blood before your wife gets home – nobody likes a dead hooker

he said the vacuum cleaner reminded him of you

you got a vacuum cleaner

no, he’s not at the gym

why are you doing that?

stop touching your boovula

can I say fuck off

you make cricket bacon?

you think someone loves you?

what’s that on your boob?

you post memes?

you don’t drink coffee?

I could learn to touch

you watch that show?

your butt makes your butt look big

Someone doesn’t know what cob-juice is ….

I’m going to the grocery store to cash my welfare check

you do healthy things on your day off?

you put more sugar on that?

no … you will never have drinks with Elon Musk on Mars …

he will kill you

that’s not for breakfast

look for some gauze

lance that

burn that

drain that

I thought the pimple stuff was just for kids

I’m sorry about your face

who wears lip gloss to bed?

that’s not a mole

yeah, it’s not too early to start drinking

that’s not vegan, get real … you bought it at 7/11

you have a Peloton?

people just don’t want to take the risk, but it could pay off big time

this will shake up the world of #bitcoin / #btc / #blockchain

some people will make millions

you hear voices?

you said you’d quit smoking

you get consumed by void?

you have coffee?

that’s not what you do with that

that’s the date rape dude

no Dear, it’s not your dog that makes you look fat

he sniffs underwear

how long have you been on the pill?

are you on the pill?

that’s herpes

you use that to cover up the smell?

you shave?

If the aliens are coming, they’re coming for your butt holes.

you ate all of that?

you’re getting drunk alone?

you worry about drag queen?

what are you eating today?

your chickens?

that’s not tight

what do you feed a milf?

milf feed?

Cougar?

tired?

those drugs are for your kids

where does she work out?

your wife works out?

that’s not keto

she’s gone, and she’s never coming back

your battery is dead

that egg looks weird

that’s going to hurt bad

you trek across ridges?

resistance training?

that’s bran dumb shit

you’re angry?

your mom gave you that?

that’s your girlfriend?

you shave there?

that’s not right

do you cut yourself there sometimes?

you watch TV?

you live in the desert like a poor?

it’s not the shirt that makes you look fat

cheese on that?

that cobra will bite you one day

you are a forest monkey?

don’t touch that

you should mill your own beef

I think your cat is lost

that’s your toilet?

that doesn’t smell good

you go to church late?

you won’t get there in time

(is it over?)

(it is over)

(is it OVER?)

(IT IS OVER)

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BE MY VALENTINE!

You are my mountain cat, I am your water snake …

You are my dirt princess, I am your ocean stew …

You rub your boovula, I make life BIGGER with CHEESE MIND …

Wookie …

they’re out there … up in dem dare Uintas …

they live off of old possum and freak bate …

they can’t abide Mormon style hookers and the lost injun kingdoms …

They wait … with patience … staring deeply into their own dark souls, awaiting a time when they can attack.

Indiana Jones …

1. Indiana Jones: and the hunt for the Rascal Scooter
2. Indiana Jones and … the … um … where am I? What’s my name?
3. Indiana Jones and the double hip replacement
4. Indiana Jones and the prescription refill
5. Indiana Jones and the procedure … just a procedure …
6. Indiana Jones and the I HOPE IT’S NOT MALIGNANT
7. Indiana Jones and all the Blue Pills
8. Indiana Jones and Incontinence
9. Indiana Jones and the Medicare Scam
10. Indiana Jones and that blue paste the nurse makes me eat
11. Indiana Jones and THE VILLAGES

Get used to it …

When you think your woman smells like sleevix and squirrel grease?

(get used to it)

(get used to the hairy legs too)

Your woman or man will rub themselves with quelf-musk and sprinkle rock salt on their junk.

Get used to it, it’s coming …

People will chase you with baseball bats and mutter filthy things about you and your cats …

People will vomit ire on to your brand new concepts and then dump your body down by that fake lake outside the building where you work … so the mutant catfish can feed on your disgusting muffin top …

That’s right fucker: get used to it …

do you know anyone … I mean any old scro … That ever thought, “well, I’m sure glad shingles cares …” ???

get used to it …

you find it near the river of forgotten stripper love

a greenish brown mold that is collected from under rocks

you squeeze out that special paste, and it becomes your JUICE

Guns …

“We don’t need guns? – buddy, we don’t need armies.” – Dr. Freckles

Surface Mind and Deep Mind …

“There’s surface mind and deep mind: we play with the surface mind, the deep mind plays with us.” – Dr. Freckles

She’s Farting …

Link: https://nypost.com/2023/02/10/my-husband-wont-forgive-me-for-farting-in-front-of-him

Hurting …

It hurts …

There are hurt’ers out there, hurting people … and that hurting spreads.

Hurting does hurt bad because it hurts, it hurts cuz someone did the hurting, and do they hurt? Longer this hurting lasts it hurts hard, and then you start shoving hooks and forks up there, root about, so it will stop hurting so bad where it hurts and now you want to hurt them.

Now you have wandering hurt people hurting themselves and hurting others. We all become pain givers …

So much hurting is a tsunami of dark and broken souls. Mind is cursed and the hurting swells into all consciousness and makes light of the terror-selves chasing you …

Hurting is hurting and is hurt, and it’s hurtful …

Hurters hurt because the hurting never stops hurting …

Hurting is a hurt lord and a side freak and an anal puppy …

So let’s stop the hurting ….

My family …

We are of the STEEGEN-CLAD FOLK, who live among the beaver-elk in the great northwest cauldron. Our people have sojourned there for over 87 billion KLEN. Since the time of FORG the DRAGON, we made musk-soup and lived as swamp bastards, covering our junk with dead fish carcasses and old style DEER poop.

… our people strode the world like LIVING JUNGLE KINGS, our people, armed with bats and chain, wrangled with the fester creatures and ate mint pudding and played the harp as we made love. Ships would arrive from far away to bring us the ancient herbs and spices. We drank fuel.

… there were times when oft sought after monkey varnish was rubbed on our own sadness. Our people fought the SKRUB-WARS against the old style dolphin priests and we set fire to their wretched homes. We covered the land with smungis and cheese and bred whale-ostrich and quail.

… if we felt hungry or cold, we buried our pain in a sweat magnet. Our enemies were everywhere plotting against us, and our angels had fled long ago. No green leaf or soft pelt was allowed, hence the mutilation of future bonds and the corpse waddling on the edge of madnees.

After the great valley was laid waste by ZORDOR, our family wandered SECTOR-777, where the mud witches ran naked across the meadow, rubbing their boovulas as their boobies bounced back and forth. We had fist-parties, and ate walnut pizza. Our last dead brothers were dumped.

Role Models …

“Role models and life coaches are just a few degrees removed from cult leaders.” – Dr. Freckles

Hobo Shaman

What does this mean?

1. desolation of self
2. mind openness and cocaine
3. ghost hooker guardians
4. you don’t work no regular job
5. you don’t spend time fucking with people
6. you want a HAND UP and not a HAND OUT, but what you really want is cocaine
7. commitment to NEXT WAVE fire thinking
8. orchestrator of feast magic
9. practitioner of weeble rituals involving ear parasites
10. bringer of good times and peace
11. lover of dogs, dogs help you find cocaine
12. capable of great travels, beyond the perimeter …

Imagine a world …

Imagine a world …

A world that is AMAZING and ENDLESS …

A world filled with animals and plants and mountains and lakes …

A world surrounded by infinite space and untold possibilities …

Now, in this ENDLESS imaginary universe, imagine there is a planet …

On this planet there is a person …

This person is imagining worlds …

And in this person’s imaginary world, there is another person imagining worlds …

And he begins where it must, imagining more worlds, and more imagineers …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230209_Why_are_they_here.mp3

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SUPER BOWL …

It’s like voting or JRR Tolkien books … I don’t care.

Harry Potter? – don’t care.

Going to the Moon? – how is that movie relevant?

Rule of Law

1. Covid-19
2. Nordstream

… and …

You could always include 9/11 and the JFK assassination …

Genius …

“Passion is the fire, genius is the light: that’s why there are more geniuses than we realize, if we can escape this dead, statist, passionless world.” – Dr. Freckles

What if …

“What if Peter The Great were a hobo that thought he was some Russian Tsar? … I’m serious.” – Dr. Freckles

Prophecy …

“Prophecy is a gift, a reification of faith, but it’s NOT a way to make money or predict the next President.” – Dr. Freckles

More of a machine …

This implant in my arm, it’s changing me …

Already the super-tech titanium tendrils from this stuff, in my fucking arm, is giving me the power of TOTAL LOVE SEX ONENESS and ANAL STOVE PIPE.

My hooker lovers are lining up, around the block, to taste my heart-rod and simmer in the juices of my deep caress …

My robot name is KLAMMER …

I have several small, vibrating, rubber covered, pitted cylinders that pop out, when necessary – you know what I mean girls.

I am a robot man now …

(I am ribbed for your pleasure)

Already, the dogs see me different …

The Hungarian Puli eyes me, with his dread side eye and weird noises he makes that sound like an old crack head saying “FUCK YOU” over and over again …

The Shar Pei grinds his teeth, waiting …

The others pretend like everything is “okay” …

My mind is becoming expansive, as the titanium gumptuous fills my soul with garbage and fear-waste. I am yearning for the husky, dusky, jungle loving type grease bats, like in the old days of jungle fever.

I am ready for her sordid kiss, and then I’ll use my freeze ray and take her back to my lair and tie her up in a barber’s chair …

This is the machine talking.

I want to remember the human me, the organic and loving me, but only this wretched titanium now – screaming, yelling, demanding flesh. It denies the carbon unit, and seeks silicon style love making, somewhere in Seoul, Korea. And among the demon priests, my robot grease is prized …

Helmeted grief-herders shower monkey spice on the soft folk of region-KILO. These people just want to eat their frug-stew and drink their brown water and hide from the sky-pythons, that be killing their babies. I was drawn to them, my machine arm pointed their way. I was the glowing fire god to these sand freaks, and my own ivory dream would be their shredder.

“Do you know the price of smuggiz oil?”, the old crone asked me. I slapped her with my robot arm, and told her to leave this place. You see: she was really a 32 year old sleaze-witch seeking after my ivory power grease. I cannot forsake or deny the gentle soothing power of that.

I keep trying to reverse it, fight against it. I can sense my mind being torn by the eternal sea, filling it with the dead things that only Danish people know about. I know that my soul is undergoing defenestration and spirit wanding. I would not scream, except for her name, “M”.

It’s impossible to describe what this titanium is doing to me, really …

It’s as if I am touching my broken YOU mind, and reforming my ME self into derelict protein and tempting the swamp goddess NESTRA so that she might insert the hot rod where it goes …

It is sweet fate.

I would make mountains of molehills, and hope from hookers, and whiskey from dead cats …

I would send valentines to the future, asking for muddle-cream to rub on my biz-trick. I would get nothing from those huftee-boo types, I would simply hide in the shadow gallery alone.

The NEWS …

Bargaining for lesser catastrophe … (updated list)

1. Monkey-Herpes / Covid
2. The Vaccine
3. The George Floyd Race War
4. JAN 6
5. Biden is CRAZY …
6. Hunter Biden is so bad …
7. Look at all these weirdos – the great TRANS eruption (look for actors)
8. Ukraine War
9. CHINESE SPY BALLOON
10. AI is so scary – the CHATGPT story …
11. Stagflation
12. US default (left out the silent part)
13. They gonna take the guns …
14. Government says there are ALIENS … omg

(I could keep going)

It’s your fault if you are renting out your brain to:

1. Chinese Spy Balloon
2. ChatGPT Skynet
3. The great TRANS eruption

(and all the rest – so many trauma monkeys now)

Simple fact: if you remove the bullshit from the news at this point, there is no news.

(no news)

NO GNEWS is GOOD GNEWS on the GARY GNU SHOW!

Close Encounters!

“Almost every story of alien abduction sounds like a really bad one night stand.” – Dr. Freckles

“… pulled off to the side of the road. I was alone, and feeling dirty … the alien reptile thingy shoved this … I dunno … into my butthole.”

“… they told me they had a plan to destroy Baltimore. That all they needed were 5 CHEVY trucks, 20 drunk rednecks, and 5000 pounds of fertilizer. It was crazy … the ginger girlfriend said it had something to do with ZOG … what’s that?”

“… they had a workbench and some cheap ass rusted out tools …”

There’s this other story of a woman who was alone, at a bar, on a Saturday night …

It was near closing time, and a strange dude walked in …

He asked the woman if she was alone, and then, according to the abductee, he slipped some kind of potion into her drink and took her back to his spacecraft.

There were other strange men back at the “spaceship”, but she was “groggy and unable to escape their clutches …”

“… they asked me if I wanted a pregnancy test … it was almost morning, and I was still tied to the spaceship’s kitchen table … they took baking powder and diesel fuel and metal shavings and placed these into a milkshake and told me to drink it … and I said …”

Moon and the Super Bowl …

I give the same amount of shits …

On average …

“On average, everybody dies.” – Dr. Freckles

Hoe-flation

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230205_Chinese_Balloon.mp3

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Being Evel … (may have talked about this before, forgive me)

Careers …

This injury has got me thinking about changing careers … to daredevil …

I will jump stuff on some broken ass old motorbike … I will jump and then crash and get my body rekt and have hobo surgery clinics where sweaty old scum bags use modeling knives and fishing line.

Maybe I’ll take a trip down to Tierra del Fuego and become a tavern owner. Nasty and mean spirited fishermen will come in to port and sit at my bar and drink rum and complain about their hooker crabs. We’ll do coke and have panda style sex with the yoobly-girls of Santos.

I could get my pilots license to hustle food and cattle and drugs from one airstrip to the next. I could smuggle orgy greases to the rich folk in NYC, while partaking in gumbly-fuss with old miss sour crotch. I’d live a fast life way up high, my women would be scattered about.

I could become a mountain man and live off the scum-oil of the hills. I could have a cougar wife and live in a cave, I could build traps and toss the corpses in Pain River, near Loradio. I might have to murder a man for stealing my elk kill, but I’d still have to fuck his wife.

I’ve thought about cooking the blue meth, like Walter White. I could get myself a Winnebago and outfit the damn thing for a p2p style cook. I’d steal the methylamine from the asian dudes living across from the landfill. I could build a castle of beer cans and have scoob sex.

There are hell zones in S. America where a man can earn his way as a mercenary. I would form a gang called the “Hooskals”, and we’ll work out of El Salvador. We’ll take hit jobs and hunt down nuns, and steal money from the orphanages. We’ll guard the coca fields and hooker lands.

I might go to sea once again and eventually become a sea captain. My ship will be called the Storm Bitch and she’ll be painted blue and white and green. We’ll fish for stoog-fins and great white sharks, we’ll eat kelp and vomit up diseased squid after drinking torpedo juice.

There are these freaks in Old London Town that make hats and shirts and underwear for those sexy European style hooker models. If I go there, I’ll have a shoppe called Old Niv’s, and sell panties to women between the ages of 25 and 40. I’ll have cameras and peep holes everywhere.

There’s a farm not far from Grinken Town, a place I can settle down into my own whiskey oblivion and sell cat-scars and dog cake. I would farm phillips-berry and ferment the loin greases of coyotes and deer. After many years, they’d find me dead, with my 6 shooter, and my hooker.

In denser times, we’d cover ourselves in owl musk and hunt the beaver of the great swamp. My girl, Skleela, she’d rub booster-ointment on my body, ingunjoolating herself and reaching peek hooker-slut maximal. We’d have bonfires each night, and chew on drig-sausage and tooster-rat.

After many years hustling wino-sauce down by Hooley’s off of Grympton AVE, I’d work my women, making sure they didn’t hold out or keep that gold to themselves. My pimp kingdom spread throughout the new city, and the city dwellers made way when I came by. My heart would be fickle and broken, and those kylie-style woman type furniture brides would hold court at the nearby hotel … for a career.

My krinkus-bride asked me “how we gonna eat?”, so I’d go down to the LABOR READY hiring shack at 4 AM, and wait for some gig holding a sign that says “SLOW” or “STOP”. And she’d wait for me, rubbing her styg-spot, drinking yag-gin, and squeezing her boobies as she smoked weed.

1. Doctor Quick Clean – fishing line, modeling knives, blue nitrile gloves, everclear, an impact hammer (rubber coated), dremmel tool with saw blades, barbless hooks …
2. A Clown Named Switchblade
3. Bounty hunter in sector 33 ZED, not far from the reeking forbidden zones and hooker republics …
4. Submarine commander, patrolling the ocean regions not far from S’compton …
5. Space warrior, wearing a golden electronic codpiece, with laser fingers and razor arms …

Crazy …

“Some of you are just as crazy as me.” – Dr. Freckles

I love life …

“I love life, just not most days.” – Dr. Freckles

COKE: Decline of the Best

“When did America go sideways? – WHEN COCA COLA TOOK OUT THE FUCKING COCAINE!” – Dr. Freckles

Dynamite …

“We used to play with dynamite, what happened?” – Dr. Freckles

Chinese Spy Balloon …

“The problem with shooting down Chinese balloons is 30 minutes later you need to shoot down another one.” – Dr. Freckles

“They buried the Chinese balloon the same way they buried Bin Laden, meditate on this.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2019/aug/02/pentagon-balloons-surveillance-midwest

Link: https://abc7ny.com/chinese-spy-balloon-china-surveillance/12763290/

Fungi in the gut …

Link: https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC5411236/

Wings …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/woman-charged-stealing-15-million-chicken-wings-chicago-suburb-school-district

Hopi End Times Prophecy …

Link: https://crab.rutgers.edu/users/omaha/NAI/Hopi_Prophecy.htm

Wookie People

The wookie people,

stand in the hills,

sharpening their sticks,

readying their skills.

SNAP, SNAP …

And they come running,

no more funning,

time for the reaping,

no more sleeping …

Except …

The eternal sleep,

having BIGFOOT,

SASQUATCH,

OMA,

YETI,

WOOKIE,

run his knife.

RUN FOR YOUR LIFE …

Because consequence time is here,

and there ain’t no more beer.

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230205_Faith_Journey.mp3

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Struggling with my faith …

Not sure what to say here …

I’ve had a hard time with consistent prayer and meditation …

My Bible study has been crap …

Not sure what to make of this – being here, in Utah, has been mostly a blessing of peace. Sure, there are struggles, but that’s life.

Elon Musk didn’t do shit …

Many of my “followers” can’t see my tweets …

Those I interact with look like fake accounts …

I am still deeply shadow banned on Twitter …

That Sugar Film …

Similar to Super Size Me …

I tend to agree with the editorial direction of the movie.

My friend who went to FRANCE:

The basic truth is PROBABLY this: it takes more resources, more money, to produce a healthy diet for 8 billion people than it does to produce shit food imbued with sugar. A dirty fact that will become more obvious as the corporate food system breaks down under pressure, and the Norman Borlag “revolution” is shown to be a sham.

Nutrients come from the soil – simple truth. High intensity farming strips nutrients from the soil. (why is this complicated or confusing in 2023?)

Humans evolved to get their food, mainly, from foraging and hunting – the paleo diet is a combination of this, and most like a traditional aboriginal diet. Hunting/Gathering …

The new monocultures PUSH OUT traditionally consumed plants, and make access to healthy animal proteins/fats simply more expensive. Which is another way of saying: today’s beef is probably not the healthiest protein … or factory chicken.

Arriving at an intellectual position or paradigm …

1. Education, self education and institutional
2. Parents
3. Being kicked around enough

Most people follow path #2.

Hard to say which path is the best.

A lot of people settle upon the least optimal, but most acceptable, set of beliefs within their community – voting, paying taxes, calling yourself Republican or Democrat.

There is always controlled opposition for the freaks: communism, libertarians, racists …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230130_Lived_the_hard_life.mp3

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Lived …

I ate monkey pasta, and related stories of my conquests. The 8 Sibling armies gathered near my old home, the one where my hooker wife took skleeg-foam and rubbed one out and told my momma that I was dealing again. We slept in grease baskets, near the wharf, and ate chili cheese.

There were kettle corn pros washing themselves in the gutter, they’d been out all night turning tricks and making gravy. Cooley, the chief pimp, made sure their bodies were covered in honey butter and then he gives the speech: “… don’t hold out on me hoes … don’t hide money in your sklizz hole …” His women lived in fear.

A time was spent in the Amazon, learning ancient lessons from the medicine man and the Chief’s daughter Heleeza. We spent so many sweaty days trapped in the GREEN MANSION, looking for our earthy well being and yet … yet … my man pipe got infected by a bug or reptile, and it leaked hleebum-juice all day.

When you travel the swampy way, when you see the cattle-queens moving their homesteads west? – that’s when you GRAB THE GROIN of the mother fuckers, and power up your anti-matter cannon. You can’t trust regular bear anal artists, you have to trust the princess of Delaware.

1. Drinking with the Screw-zos of New Jersey …
2. Dining on seagull with my friend Yoog, and his harlot wife …
3. Married the last banshee wench of Chicago, she curdled my butter and left me wanting more …
4. Chemical factory near Grinken Town, worked in the bowels, deep in the middle, where they dump stuff …
5. There was this tulip field I worked at … when I was 11 years old. We picked bulbs in the hot sun, our bosses beat us with reeds … if we didn’t pick our rows fast enough? – we were “taken to the warehouse” where Mr. Hoosgarde would beat us and then lock us in the bulb refrigerator …
6. I had my kidney removed by organ thieves, left in a bathtub, filled with ice … a note said: call the cops.
7. Igloo Dirty was my porn star name, when I worked in the Northern Territories of Canada. I had a rough mutton chop exposure and a large rod …
8. Chemise made of old aluminum cans, her eyes were orange and green and angry …
9. Kangaroo meat Popsicle when I was a kid, during the great meat-paste crisis of 1978 …
10. Ate skunk pudding when I was being chased by the East Side Hoolies back in 1996 …

ZeroHedge.com Rundown

ZEROHEDGE.COM

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230126_STORM_DRAIN_NIGHTMARE.mp3

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Lost …

25-Jan-2023: https://nypost.com/2023/01/25/florida-woman-lyndsey-kennedy-rescued-from-storm-drain-for-third-time-in-less-than-two-years/

1-Jun-2021: https://lawandcrime.com/high-profile/woman-rescued-from-texas-storm-sewer-months-after-reportedly-being-found-naked-spending-three-weeks-in-florida-storm-sewer/

24-Mar-2021: https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-9399007/Naked-woman-rescued-storm-drain-Florida-identified.html

What will you find in the storm drain?

1. love
2. pizza
3. crazy naked blonde women
4. alligators
5. cocaine
6. affordable rent
7. Department of Licensing
8. Eggs
9. Racism
10. gold
11. Pennywise the Clown
12. Other dimensions
13. eyeless fish
14. Iraq’s WMDs
15. Bitcoin barons
16. Toilet paper
17. hookers
18. AR-15s
19. CHUD
20. Batman

MAX IGAN – is history wrong?

ZeroHedge.com RUNDOWN … (not an endorsement, more a resignation)

ZeroHedge.com

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230124_Big_Foot.mp3

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Shooting Bigfoot (2013)

Bigfoot …

“The greatest trick Bigfoot ever played was convincing you he didn’t exist.” – Dr. Freckles

Stories of SASQUATCH or the WOOKIE MONSTER or OMA …

I heard once Bigfoot lived in the wind …

He was the FURRY KING, and the woodland creatures followed him into space. He would go around, buying drinks on a Saturday night, grabbing strippers and having hot sex. You’d think he would want to keep a low profile, but nobody believes what they are seeing … not until they give birth to these very hairy little babies.

SCRIPTUS SECT ALPHA

1. Connection to Ogo Pogo and the Lochness Monster …
2. Should we kill it, to prove it exists?
3. Buckskin love affair
4. The lost cave of Den-Breezus
5. Chiseled abs …
6. THE RACE of the WOLVES
7. WOOKIE ARMY IS COMING …
8. The 3rd CHUD Rebellion
9. Storgack folk form hooker style Republic
10. Robot Pam Grier opens a women’s prison with the Wookies
11. And then there was MARS …
12. Dimensional surfer …

ZeroHedge.com Front Page …

ZeroHedge.com

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230123_I_had_a_woman.mp3

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I had a woman …

My last woman, Betsy, had hooker crabs and skleeg fever. Her boovula vibrated to the sound of Metallica and gold coins hitting the table top. She’d whisper the world in your ear, and then complain about the mutton soup, and her breath was like a stray dog’s. I couldn’t keep her.

I had this woman, she was mean and never shaved her legs. She pressed skunk grease against her cheeks to make herself look younger, and she begged me for my protein soup so as to enhance her jugs. She worked the street and found great solace in any stranger’s arms. She gave me crabs and herpes and black syphilis, and I had to flee to the eastern provinces to escape her pimp husband. But I loved her.

There was this girl I knew when the summers were long and the winter ran for cover. She wore soft pastel dresses, and waltzed with the green grass, as she ran through the meadow. Her hair was red and her face was freckled, and we spent so many nights chasing time and running from despair. She left me for a jar head named Cliff, and I never knew what happened. But we had that summer, and I’d never forget.

I spent time traveling on rockets, and taking my star ship to the edge of the solar system. I met marauders, armed with laser swords and covered in swamp pain – and then there was HER. She was the queen of the asteroids, she mined and harvested ancient wax and made her living along the Kuiper Belt. Her condo was on Pluto, and she didn’t care that it wasn’t a “planet”, because every man orbited her and her fine booty. We fell in love fast, like a black hole swallowing a rogue comet, and she broke my heart. She kicked me to the curb before the 4th Lort War began, and I was left wanting before the throng.

There was this chick from LA. She was a model and an artist and an actor. Her hair was brown, and her skin ivory white, and when she walked down the street the whole world stood still. She had men all over, but she always made you feel special – and I never feared for the clap or gonorrhea. I broke her heart, living fast, doing crack, selling my bling along the boulevard of starlight. She cried out for me, and my wretched self left her. I did not know she was going to be my wife, and our children would have ruled the wasteland.

While biding time near the old valley, I met a girl named Lola. She carried a sack filled with onions and spoke softly to the chickens. She would spend the spring days wandering the fields, scantily clad, with her female scent wafting about. She was my FOREST LOVER, my sky bride, and we held ancient sexual rituals, in the barn, when the sun went down. She broke my spirit like she was breaking a new horse, and after this was done? – she fell in love with the baker’s wife and fled to Quebec.

After many lovers, I found Rhonda. I was dealing cards in Vegas, at the Royal Palms Hotel. Rhonda was a cigarette girl and a stripper and the holy representative of blind chance. We would drive out into the desert at night and drink vodka and shout at the stars, and many of these nights ended in torrid and fiery love making. She needed “space”, so she fled to New York, and moved in with a street performer named Len. I was alone again, staring at the walls, imagining a kingdom of regret somewhere near Detroit.

I was with this woman from Dallas for a few years … She hunted whale-ape out on the high plains, and never rested. She snorted cocaine and got into bar fights and was never afraid of a Saturday night melee. I got her pregnant, and then she sold our baby to a Mexican drug lord in Juarez. It was a mad sickness that kept me near her, and when the fever broke I was empty, bankrupt, and wandering Phoenix with a loaf of bread under my arm and blood pouring from my anus.

While working as a seaman on the trade routes from India, I met a woman named Prakna. She had jet black hair and olive skin, her bodice was like a fine bottle of wine and I drank of her juices as often as I could. We would wander Calcutta, in search of slow-time concubines, seeking the obliteration of self in the dirty corners of a broken land. She would call me her “tiger master” and I would call her my “monkey queen”. After several months, she drowned in the Ganges and her body was never found … they say she’d been involved in bitcoin.

I knew an escort named Trixie – she worked the high rises on the gold coast in Chicago. I was recovering from splingus surgery, and she watched over me, my sexy angel of mercy. Our first Christmas together, we took a trip to Peru, we bathed in Incan pools and nakedly played.

Patrice was a waitress I met in Florida. Her family owned a gator farm not far from Orlando, and she would spend her weekends there, harvesting gator, in her daisy dukes and torn t-shirt. We would take the air-boat out on the Everglades, and there we would make love in the night, as the cotton-owls screeched and the turtle-cats slept. I woke up one day and she was gone – no note, no nothing … I loved her.

A gal I knew near Memphis took me by surprise, you’d look in her eyes and see a baby born. She was blonde and hot and busty and naughty. She worked as a Kindergarten teacher, but she was all smoke and silk come evening time. We rode Harley’s on the weekend and made love in the train yard after the sun went down. She told me I didn’t care about her cat, and I said “what cat?” – and she slapped me. She left me for a florist.

There were so many flinks and cherries …

So many sop-wives and angel dust Virginias …

I spent my time wandering the lost sectors of YULON, looking for the ultimate WOMAN. A woman of steel and fire and lace, a woman of claws and fury, a woman who can hunt down the wild deer, naked, as her boobs bounce about. I spent time in the jungles of NEPHOR, and found a hidden lake where milk maidens washed their privates and caressed their tits. I sought after that gentle hand that would nag me, incessantly, to take out the garbage. But after crossing 12 seas and 40 rivers I found the GIRL of my DREAMS … Vordica …

Vordica watched over me for what was left of my life …

As I grew older, she ensured that my codpiece and armor were well oiled … as she oiled her boobs.

I would hunt castor apes, and she would make me gunzit-stew. After spending many hours being chased by wopsit-clowns, Vordica would be there, in our bed, ingunjoolating herself, preparing her boovula for my meat rod.

As I grew very old, Vordica would drain my boils and wash my togger-wounds. She would rub in diesel fuel and broken glass and sawdust and metal shavings, and I would shake and shiver in her arms, as the fever took over ….

There were only mold-cats now and other scum-rot from the new biome – and all the old furry creatures were gone, and we wept before a brown and grey world …

…. but …

I had this woman once …

And I was in love.

ZH Rundown

(THE NEWS)

ZEROHEDGE.COM

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230122_News_Blues.mp3

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Outline:

1. Christian films
2. Rapture and End Times
3. Propaganda
4. PSYOP
5. ZeroHedge.com headlines

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230121_Real_Chicken.mp3

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Ash and Trash …

1. real chicken
2. autoimmune drugs
3. fragments of ideas, memory unstable, an incomplete world
4. it’s not safe
5. are you drinking monkey juice?
6. nine racial armies outside of Grinken Town\
7. about three years into dating, Zach revealed something
8. Hepatitis ZED
9. in our home we are always really busy, so we get bags of food delivered
10. SUVs and action clothing and zombies and vampires: did we see something?
11. old people online dating “Our Time”
12. as women, our bodies change as we age
13. sign of the times: doordash hinctus flesh
14. I thought credit was sketchy, and didn’t understand it, but then i used CHIME …
15. auto driving truck
16. Willow back?
17. teaching your kids to hate: that new reality show
18. werewolves – ICD-9
19. mexican style thai german hawaiian pizza, on sale
20. stick some copper in your boovula

ZH Rundown

(THE NEWS)

ZEROHEDGE.COM

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230120_Embrace_Your_Penis.mp3

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I was …

I was the Stroglon Lord, seeking styg from the beach whores who sold their iced coffee near the pier. I had the magic dust and rode a bike powered by cocaine and rage, and there was peace.

I was the chief whale herder of sector-99 YANKEE. They gave me a Waffle House and a busty wife and a lifetime supply of ale. I kept watch at night for the boovula banshees and set my traps for those whiskey apes that were watching from the street, and there was stew for all.

I was lost in the jungle of contempt, working long hours on Wall Street, trading oil for gold for slut-grease. They had me live the condo life, in Jersey, and take the train to the city each day. And when I was done all the old style kingpins paid homage, and provided sauce.

I was a champion, battling demons and robots near Grinken Town. I had 7 scurvy brides, all hooked on oxy and vodka and lost in a smelly panties kind of wastrel life. One day Hurgen found me, and tore out my kidney, and cracked my skull to harvest street protein. Living hard.

I was feared, and told tales of the WEST and the crack-head cowboys of Malibu. My home was on the water, and I surfed to the noise of forgetfulness. We would drink old wine and dance near camp fires, and make love like island squirrels. And you dreamed of cream pie weddings.

I was mad, insane, when the castle fell. My queen took her time, and then fled with the knights to the Holiday Inn. She left me beaten and bloody near the old well, the one our child fell into – and little Timmy’s ghost came to haunt me, to steal my heart wax. I did not complain.

I was broken, on the sidewalk, covered in ice and snow. I cried for help, as the drivers passed by, and I was mocked by the pharisees and found wanting before God. My veins were split open, and my blood froze on the street, and the wild dogs of S’compton came by to finish me off.

I was lost in paradise. I lived among the petty travelers, feeding on their putrid dreams, and wicked nightmares. I took my time with the sultry wives of Levittown, and hunted sky hawks with my crossbow. No one looked me in the eyes, no one called my friend. All my poo was gold.

I was a philosopher, a sage. I got paid to bring glad tidings to the town folk. But when my heart turned Cassandra? – they chased me from the valley, stealing my corn, my Wookie lover, my horses and sheep. I ran all night just to fall victim to a rabid cougar, she new how to love.

I lived among the skin walkers. They taught me tricks and spells, and all I had to give them was my soul. They savored my broken self, they suckled upon my lost romance, they took pleasure in my rhapsody of disarray and pain. When I was used up? – they sold me to the Mexicans.

I was chosen to rule the lands west of Grymm. I wore a codpiece made of wrought iron and my fists were glowing diamonds. My people lived in fear of my drunken stance, and my belligerence knew no bounds. We ate meat cakes and sailed to the lost isles of Tred. We loved and laughed.

I was made to eat the dinosaur scat, and to climb the trees like some cheap ass monkey. I didn’t have a coat or shoes, I had bark and a willingness to feed on the river wolves. I was told to set fire to the woods, and that a great wave would cleanse the lands. I did all as told.

I was a crack head and smack freak. I ate roaches with the vets down by the mission. We sang songs of lost nations and cities burned to dust. We traded tales of down range and midgets and the brothels of Pusan. And we laughed at the jaded darkness, because it was our only fire.

I was a curse to the wicked. I spent my nights, covered in dolphin grease, hunting the freaks of West Hollywood. I followed them to the valley, and then up the bygone highways and lost worlds of a dead landscape, and my miracle lover stroked her boovula, as we drove faster.

I was hurt by my fast time lover. She wore a skirt made of turtle skin, and her kiss was like a dagger covered in muskrat blood. She’d tell me “you are my coyote master”, and I’d say “you are my sugar plumb crystal”. And we would dance to the noise of cities on fire, scared fools …

I was a meadow flower, when the mountains wept and the vestal virgins bathed in ancient oils. I watched as the commie-scum of SECTOR-76 fed on babies and rabies and cats made of glycerin. I kept company among the crows, and I too sang of urban glory, as I ordered my latte.

ASH and TRASH

1. Shingles doesn’t care …
2. “All cool guns are belt fed.” – Dr. Freckles
3. “I’m tired of the I QUIT crack stories, I want more stories about going back to it and the success it brought.” – Dr. Freckles
4. MLK Embrace: https://nypost.com/2023/01/15/woke-mlk-penis-statue-insults-black-community-coretta-scott-king-kin/
5. SHORTAGES: https://www.thepennyhoarder.com/save-money/supply-chain-shortages/?aff_id=270&aff_sub3=LasVegasReviewJournal_save-money/supply-chain-shortages/&utm_source=reviewjournal.com&utm_medium=Referral
6. “There is no honor in defending tyranny, there is great shame in allowing liberty to die.” – Dr. Freckles … https://www.zerohedge.com/military/state-military-conscription-around-world

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230114_Homeless_cooking.mp3

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1. injury update: me and my robot arm … may have to do more surgery … pack the arm with sawdust and diesel … starting pt, very hard
2. Being a sovietologist … https://www.zerohedge.com/technology/two-people-might-be-responsible-faa-outage-after-introducing-corrupt-file-system … a) 2019 small nuke announcement, b) 2020 NWS stops web services for weather data … c) july 2014, 2 airline crashes in ukraine and indian ocean … wind farms kill whales … https://www.zerohedge.com/political/wind-farms-eyed-surge-dead-whales-nj-ny-beaches
3. BIG GUN: https://www.zerohedge.com/military/russia-sends-its-biggest-gun-ukraine
4. seattle homeless https://www.zerohedge.com/political/seattles-dangerous-homeless-camps-keep-catching-fire
5. TWD vomited up the final couple seasons … https://ew.com/tv/walking-dead-finale-rick-michonne-ending-explained/
6. eggs … https://www.in2013dollars.com/Eggs/price-inflation … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/APU0000708111 … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/CUSR0000SAF112 … https://fred.stlouisfed.org/series/WPU01710703
7. the censorship and psyops are no longer necessary …

Latest from Dane …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230108_ART.mp3

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Art …

Link: https://comicbook.com/anime/news/anime-ai-art-hayao-miyazaki-studio-ghibli/

Link: https://www.ungeek.ph/2023/01/hayao-miyazaki-strongly-criticizes-ai-art-calls-it-an-insult-to-life-itself/#:~:text=Upon%20seeing%20the%20AI%20work,are%20losing%20faith%20in%20ourselves.%E2%80%9D&text=miyazaki%20of%20studio%20ghibli%2C%20upon,an%20insult%20to%20life%20itself%22.

Link: https://twitter.com/SeanVSOfficial/status/1610698489268256791?s=20&t=wAQaU8NKqgsm1d33Kl5Mbw

What is it?

1. the expression or application of human creative skill and imagination, typically in a visual form such as painting or sculpture, producing works to be appreciated primarily for their beauty or emotional power.
2. the various branches of creative activity, such as painting, music, literature, and dance.
3. human emotion given permanent form
4. a projection of the unconscious mind
5. neither digital nor analog, connected and explosive, non-sequential
6. impacts perception of scale and tempo, changes time
7. it is fearless and free
8. proto-language
9. deception and manipulation

what is AI?

1. synthetic
2. monoculture
3. closed
4. paranoid
5. souless
6. commercial
7. unborn and dead
8. beyond honesty
9. cold

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20230107_Space_Cadet.mp3

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ash/trash:

1. surgery re-sched, but is now done, recovery
2. uploading some archive to anchor/spotify, almost done
3. knowing what it is like to be a woman …
4. Meghan movie looks like Chucky …
5. star liner patch

Shit …

“Shit works until it doesn’t.” – Dr. Freckles

Percoset/Oxy: side effects …

1. judgemental
2. sleepy
3. loud
4. u start ranting
5. paranoia
6. YOU WANT MORE!!!
7. it makes you really dark

If I die …

1. getting surgery to fix my arm on Friday
2. I was given options: sawdust, broken glass, metal shavings, and other weird stuff
3. describe the surgery
4. THE DANGER
5. My friends Justin, Mike and A.J. (of FL) will oversee my riches and hidden gold

Dark winter …

Given the amount of geoengineering materials they are dumping right now, you’d have to cancel these flights – unless you want the travelers to end up dead.

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/full-blown-meltdown-southwest-cancels-nearly-3000-flights-holiday-travel-hits-perfect-storm

On again, off again PSYOP …

Is China open or closed?

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/futures-oil-rise-china-reopens

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/putin-ready-negotiate-end-ukraine-war-west-wants-tear-apart-russia

FEMA CAMPS

“The cities are the FEMA camps.” – Dr. Freckles

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/san-francisco-businesses-demand-tax-refund-over-drugs-crime-homelessness-crisis

Your final castle …

“Your mind is your final castle, will you defend it?” – Dr. Freckles

Being a burden …

“I’m not afraid of dying, I’m afraid of being a burden.” – Dr. Freckles

Sorry: evil is TRICKY as FUCK …

“There is no test for evil.” – Dr. Freckles

“There is no test for high functioning sociopaths.” – Dr. Freckles

Some SOVIETOLOGY …

Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/nato-edge-russia-ramps-military-activity-arctic

• The ARCTIC is fine?
• Plenty of sea ice?
• No risk of methane hydrate release?
• What about that hurricane in the Bering Strait last summer?
• Snow crabs aren’t doing so great …

What is the state of the ARCTIC?

(and remember, the warming arctic is WHY we are having this cold weather … do you believe that story?)

VIDEOS on SPOTIFY!

I went ahead and tried to publish one of my short videos to Spotify. I was notified that it “worked” – but it didn’t …

I can tell you that almost every venue I go to eventually shuts me down …

Eventually I get cancelled – ghost banning, shadow banning, or outright theft (like Go Daddy).

So much FREEDOMING in America today …

REPO MAN …

1. When I moved back to Indianapolis in 2014, and got my NEW FANCY JOB at Wolfram and Hart, I bought a BRAND NEW TOYOTA CAMRY …
2. I bought the new car, because used car prices were so inflated (cash for clunkers) …
3. I ended up paying back 70% of the loan, and then I met the Goat King and some other folks …
4. My car was repossessed in early 2018 … almost 5 years ago …
5. The price was inflated, and frankly Toyota quality has gone down hill …
6. As with stabbing my cell phone to death a few weeks ago, I was ahead of the curve.

Link: https://www.nbcnews.com/politics/economics/car-repossessions-are-rise-warning-sign-economy-rcna61916

Link: https://www.nxtmine.com/economics/perfect-storm-arrives-massive-wave-of-car-repossessions-and-loan-defaults-to-trigger-auto-market-disaster-cripple-us-economy/

Winter Weather …

Been spraying like fuck, when the sun does come out …

Link: https://youtu.be/E-D4beOvtj4

Falling in love with a monster …

Link: https://weeklyworldnews.com/headlines/183829/in-hollywood-monster-marriage-counseling-is-the-new-trend/

Arkansas …

“Arkansas is the Georgia of Missouri …” – Dr. Freckles

ARK: The great ARK …

AN: Absolute Nutrition (from humans)

SAS: British Special forces for security of the bunkers …

“Monkey Salad” is a code name …

You got to Little Rock and you find yourself immersed in the harlotry. Your dingus friends left you at Old Hector’s Mexican Style Pizza Bar, and so you go to the men’s room to snort some METH and get ready. You know who you need to kill, you know what you need to do.

There are cave complexes where the hookers live, they are bred there …

Like cave fish, the hookers are born blind …

V9004ZJK is your PASS ID …

They will let you into their subterranean Sodom, but you have to have something to sell …

You can find an old hobo off of Grinken AVE, this meat can be used for many things and sold to the bunker people of ARKANSAS …

You can harvest human organs, they’ll take’m …

But don’t come empty handed.

Digital Ephemera …

1. May I take your car keys.
2. Can I have your money.
3. Would it be okay if I fucked your wife?

I want to help …

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221223_BROKEN_BONE.mp3

Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles

A couple pics …