“Ignore the positive people, they are holding you back: the negative people know which CHEVRON is selling guns.” – Dr. Freckles
Guns and Roses
“Guns and Roses was the Salinger of Air Supplies.” – Dr. Freckles
More on Lennie …
The more I think about Of Mice and Men and “Lennie”, the more I think … what if Lennie isn’t dead?
Cheap old WW1 hobo-lugar, firing God knows how old ammo … might have just knocked Lennie out …
He wakes up in the morgue.
And Lennie?
What if he’s really a Frankenstein-creature, designed by Thomas Edison …
And Tesla tried to save “Lennie”, but it didn’t work …
And Lennie can’t be killed, he can only be feared.
He walks the earth with vice-grip fists of steel and rage, and he’s no longer in man’s cage.
he’s not trapped by George and his simple minded rabbit logic
Pills …
“Forget white-pills, blue-pills, black-pills, and any other pills – instead: KNOW HOW TO IDENTIFY ANCHORED TRIPLE-STRAND CONCERTINA WIRE.” – Dr. Freckles
HOW I LIVE!
Is it too early?
Me: “Is it too early to drink beer at 4 AM?”
Mr. Scrumbo: “You live in a camper?”
Me: “yes”
Mr. Scrumbo: “You don’t own the camper?”
Me: “that’s right”
Mr. Scrumbo: “It’s too late.”
Women love your moms …
“Women always want to have sex with some other guy: probably your dad … or your moms.” – Dr. Freckles
Asimov’s 3 Laws …
“I have a rocket launcher buried in a locker some place, written on the rocket: Asimov’s 3 Laws of Robotics.” – Dr. Freckles
Be wary of white lines and white tape …
I made soup …
I made soup for all of you … but none of you showed.
I cooked coyote gizzards in zorg-oils, and mixed in minced beetles and darly-girds … and did you come by?
I wanted to give you everything … bastards.
We went down to the bowery and the Sklub-Sektor. We found the harley-rats and the cornet-monkeys. We made bats and chain from timing belts and filled pillow cases with d-cell batteries and rocks …
We don’t have a choice, and the whole town is turning green. All for SWEET GIRLS!
Weevil sadness settles in, as you take in the damage you did to downtown, and the buildings. And the poors are riled up, so they come out for “hot deals”, taking all the shit from the WALMART and probably ravaging HOME DEPOT as well.
And you could have had soup … but YOU DIDN’T!
There are shock armies forming in the national forests. Armies of dead-beat chongos and last-run sarahs. They wear clothing made from deer leather and old steel belted radials …
They sing songs of forever war, and own the lands beyond your highway suburban life. Fuck you.
A lot of people just get dumped now …
You go to the ER at St. Smiggins, and some drongo sends you to Nurse Lugar in exam rm. 5. And she puts a hydraulic piston to the back of your head, and pulls a trigger, and it’s lights out for you DOOBINS.
And your body just gets dumped some place … nobody cares shit head.
But I made soup of crisket-honey and dloom-joins and rice. You could have had SECONDS … SECONDS! But instead you went to the strip club to see MOMMA GETZEL twist her bazongas on the pole.
And this is why the cities are burning …
major body dumps outside every city …
usually in the low rent part of town, near the mixed-waste incineration facility is best …
And they’re just dumping them …
And it’s all because you didn’t come over for soup.
“Come to our store …”
You get your choice of chicken-rice or scab-milk. And the robot inspects your anus for remnants, while your mind is flooding with ads from OLD NAVY …
And you want to steal it all, but your crew can only steal so much – and you’re part of a flash mob.
You don’t eat soup.
Satan and his son are hanging out.
Satan: “Body dumps or McRib-Strategy?”
Antichrist: “Why not both?”
Satan: “Good idea son, I love you …”
Antichrist: “I love you Pa”