“The laundromat is like a casino that is more peaceful and less disappointing.” – Dr. Freckles
(bonus: you get to hear the cling-cling-cling of the change machine, and it’s like a slot machine paying out)
“The laundromat is like a casino that is more peaceful and less disappointing.” – Dr. Freckles
(bonus: you get to hear the cling-cling-cling of the change machine, and it’s like a slot machine paying out)
“Vagina beer, fermented semen, you see where this is headed?” – Dr. Freckles
“If you can think beyond politics and voting, you have a chance at understanding what’s actually going on; but even then, everyday people will never know for sure.” – Dr. Freckles
In the future …
The “CALIFORNIA DREAMING” video will be seen as naïve bright-siding utopian bullshit.
In the future …
Swamp masters, herding their hooker women, will lurk in the regions EAST of New York City. They will harvest sewage crab and live off of the snail greases and the lost virgin patties. It will be hard, but their names will be THROG and GRYG and TOOLLS … and they will be feared. In the future.
In the future …
The dancing nurses will be found, along with DB COOPER and the cause of the WTC-7 collapse … all found … all verified. Sure, you’ll use these secret papers to keep yourself warm, and you’ll burn the plastic coverings too … as you cower in your cave, on the run from the HIGLIN-CREW and the other droogs hanging near the Ivory Sands of Tyl … and still their hearts will be warn and yellow. In the future.
IN THE FUTURE …
The bullet will be gold and gold will be power. Heinous derby riders, shooting horses for taco meat, will be chased out of Florida and find refuge in the storm drains of Dallas. The underground world, covered in mold and slime, becomes their empire of madness and the LOST ONES are forgotten, as their bones turn to dust. In the future.
Way off in the future …
People will live on MARS … they’ll have fancy cars and martinis at bars … they will ski Olympus Mons, and hangout with ROBOT-ELON-MUSK – carbon unit Musk will be dead by then, died in a TESLA accident. Many will come to his funeral, dressed in steel and suede, wondering and wandering the cemetery, finding only reflections of their own monkey failure … in the future.
“Where a person has no right to speak? – the unconscious rules.” – Dr. Freckles
I have my finger on the pulse of society …
“He’s dead Jim!” – Bones
When the leaves fall,
You can feel the cold rolling in …
When the leaves fall,
You know where she’s been …
***
You kept your heart,
So full of love,
But like some old pair of gloves,
She tossed you out …
YOU WANT TO SCREAM AND SHOUT!
***
When the leaves fall …
The sun disappears.
When the leaves fall …
You spend all day drinking beer …
***
There’s sadness in the air …
You no longer care …
Your soul aches,
Your body shakes,
Your mind breaks.
***
WHEN THE LEAVES FALL …
And there’s no way home again,
When the ground is cold,
you feel really old …
You go out on the land,
To find a friend.
Someone to comfort you,
until that brutal end.
***
When the leaves fall …
There’s noise in the woods …
When the leaves FALL …
It’s always what you “could” …
Could have listened to her scream …
Could’a not been so mean …
Could’a built her a home …
Could’a stopped all the roaming …
When the Leaves fall …
When the leaves fall …
***
That’s all …
“giver her some snickers”
Lennie where ya goin,
Are you tired of the farm?
Did you do someone harm?
Lennie where ya headed?
Are you sick of the land?
Are you sinking in the sand?
Does anyone understand, but George?
***
You were made with fists of iron,
You were built to hold up the sky …
But instead you find poor rodents,
And squeeze them … until they die …
Come on Lennie …
What’s this struggle for?
And Lennie sighs …
And say’s “no more” …
***
Lennie … what’s wrong … with this song?
Lennie, are you stuck in the throng?
Lennie, will you clean up that shack?
Lennie, will George give you your money back?
You wander strongly,
behind your good friend George,
he keeps you going,
but there’s something about him …
Something about him …
Something about George …
And Lennie has no clue.
***
Lennie are you tired?
Did you spend time alone?
Did you get mired,
in rancher’s desire,
when all that you want,
is a place with a warm fire?
Don’t be sad Lennie,
you can makes shoes from a tire.
***
Lennie are you angry?
Did you spend time in the barn,
Did you say “oh darn”?
You need to stay away from Curley’s wife,
Don’t make George take your life,
This world is filled with liquor and strife,
***
Lennie … are you okay?
Lennie … what’d ya do today?
Lennie, did Curley’s wife go away?
Lennie, there’s not much to say …
“Hey George, tell me again about the rabbits …”
Gun shot rings out …
Not time to pout …
It’s all done …
Lennie is on the other side,
where all is ONE …
Hey George, go clean that gun …
(then go get drunk and have some hookers)
There is no anti-war party in this country …
Not because it couldn’t exist, but because it WILL NOT be allowed …
Libertarians? – give me a break … they are tripping over each other to endorse one side or another in this Israel/Hamas human disaster …
Peace? – no one is buying.
We should make war 100% voluntary – you want to fight? – GO FUCKING FIGHT!
You want to fund these calamities? – fucking do it.
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Salma’s new movie …
Salma Hayek is coming out with a new movie …
Really sexy, she’s gonna take it up the rear from Magic Mike.
There will be scenes of bondage and jerk-chicken and squab grease, rubbed all over the nads and the boovula. She’ll be wearing a strap on made of roughly hewn cedar and burlap and coarse rope. Her screen name is Deluxe Interior, and Magic Mike is just … you know … Magic Mike. There will be a scene, in the middle of the movie, when Matthew McConaughey comes struggling into the bedroom, wrestling a robot anaconda, and complaining about butt sores and Fukushima style “crabs”.
It’s supposed to be a big movie – Oscar winner …
Perhaps the crowning achievement of Salma’s career.
Matt’s character, “Dwayne Rebar”, has a kind of platonic dialogue with Salma about “vaginal dryness” and the “blue pill” – of course, the secret guest star is Taylor Swift. Taylor’s character is named “Cheese Ramen”, and she smells like cat pee and slaughtered pigs. Taylor and Matt go at it, after Matt’s character injects himself with concentrated ROD STIFFENER, but it’s too much and he almost has a stroke … while blowing his load in Taylor’s ass. Taylor quivers, as Matt looks stoically into the distance … towards the cabinet … where he stashed his coke.
It all goes south when Dwayne proposes a “California taco”, but Salma’s character is like “I’m in the mood for an ‘eskimo pie’ …”
At one point in the film, Sylvester Stallone shows up …
Sly plays “Drexler Harley”, the evil metal-style biker dude who owns all the flesh trade on Sunset Boulevard …
Drexler pulls Taylor off of Matt, while Salma allows both Matt and Magic Mike to perform a “west side style chili cook off”, which in Ohio is called a “double salamander bbq”.
It gets weird …
At about the 90-minute mark, when you think the film is almost over? – when stuff gets VERY HOT. Salma’s character lay on her bed, exhausted and covered in sweat and splizz; she’s taken too much, and needs a break – but Drexler convinces the others, to include Taylor, to set Salma up for a “Tennessee slide show”, a very dangerous maneuver for anyone over 50 (spoiler alert). Their bodies are stretched and contorted, Drexler lets out a hideous scream … Taylor’s character is covered in torg-pudding and bleecher wax … It all gets worse, as the orgiastic pyramid is slathered with whipped cream and raccoon spice; Kortan-Raiders arrive to shove cucumbers and zucchini up the butts of Magic Mike and Salma …
Salma is tied to the bed, and marbles are placed in her butthole. She writhes in agony, and pleasure, as Drexler declares himself “Train Engineer” and starts lining up the players, Taylor first, with her “double eagle butt scratcher” style strap on … and Salma moans, heroically, as her thighs tighten, and she bites her bottom lip.
Near the end of the movie, as the players put on their clothes and apply BEN GAY, Salma walks with dignity towards a sliding glass door; she opens the door and stands outside, looking at a nuclear reactor melting down, in the distance.
“We were the dark selves, our juices are raw”, she comments to Drexler – but Drexler is having a stroke, he smells toast …
Matt’s character is passed out on the bathroom floor, covered in vomit …
Taylor Swift is snorting meth and dancing nakedly near the coffee table …
And Magic Mike? – he has crabs now.
Because they all learned a lesson, about love.
“If you hate the Jedi? – WEAR A FUCKING CONDOM!” – Dr. Freckles
One of the big revelations of the STAR WARS mythos post the original films:
That being a Jedi is basically contracting an STD, like herpes.
“I love the strangeness, even when it cuts deep.” – Dr. Freckles
I have many neuro-linguistic, lesser magic tools … one is “CREED” …
I’ll go to a bar, and if the waitress asks if I like the music? – I ask for CREED.
(my generation’s “Catcher in the Rye” crazy signal)
and so many more
“If you find a time traveler, kill them.” – Dr. Freckles
“If I’m ever heading towards the ‘light’, I wanna keep going.” – Dr. Freckles
The “Mandela Effect” is waste energy from the overlapping time wars.
The dilated now stretches back to 1900 …
(and much is unresolved)
(the cat is both alive and dead)
“If we destroy the MOON, we liberate mankind from its suffering.” – Dr. Freckles
“I’m always saying ‘glad I met you’ to someone I’m not glad I met.” – Catcher in the Rye
“I bet crooked rich banker shit head people do a ‘Trading Places’ all the fucking time.” – Dr. Freckles
But in the real world? – Dan Akroyd and Eddie Murphy end up dissolving in acid, in barrels, in the Pine Barrens …