"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
Dr. Freckles has said this other ways:
“With consciousness comes deception, it’s why the first ‘profession’ was grifter.” – Dr. Freckles
If #Boblimptock is ANYTHING, it is the CRESCENDO of the GRIFTER .. the con artist …
We live in an AGE of grifts …
And currently: the grifter is king
BTW: Grifters are also ABUSERS …
Psychological first.
Physically, often, second.
(that world will tip over soon)
(soon comes Gotterdammerung)
I eat gunktus, and far out plutonium.
I feed on eel grease and long dead spider flowers.
You used your power for new soul source pudding?
I ate the monster soup, and melted the boovula.
Kids also say “I want to be an astronaut” – most grow up.
Give up Santa, Space and dinosaurs.
“You won’t understand my humor until it is too late.” – Dr. Freckles
“Those whom the gods are about to destroy, they first make sandwiches.” – Dr. Freckles
Thought Experiment or Gedanken:
Let’s say you were a podcaster, and you spoke YOUR truth. One day some dude comes to you and says – “I’ll give you $5 million to stop talking about your truth.”
Do you take the money?
If you do why?
If you don’t why?
“Sometimes ‘wrecking balls’ indicate future construction, sometimes they just indicate SHIT getting WRECKED!” – Dr. Freckles
I get my PCP from Ned …
he lives in a shed.
I fill Ned with dread,
when I stop by.
His sister ASTRA is rubbing her tits,
and the cocaine racers are on full alert.
Chester the FREETO KING sees the edge,
but that doesn’t stop REGGIE from greasing up.
All is kettle beams and moist pudding.
All is gelatin magic.
Ned and I ran hookers near Cleveland,
our drawers were full of cash and stash,
our bodies wrecked from late nights,
Jersey fights,
and the maggot widows looking for CRACK.
I could have stopped that dude,
but I didn’t.
He needed a break – but I shook my fist at God.
And you? – what did you do?
I told Ned once …
“You’ll be okay at sea, if you can envision the END of NOWHERE …”
It’s out there – on the horizon.
Kitten warlords are forming gangs in VEGAS.
Tired old pooder-hooters are arming up in Ohio.
Stale whisperers are scampering back into their holes.
Ned knew a ginger freak once …
She sold her PIE online,
to any old scrob-herder,
she’d massage her boovula on demand,
as her husband watched in the cuck chair.
“Cherry Pie” or “Ginger Spread” – she went by many names.
But all pointed to harlotry,
and the selling of CHEAP FLESH for a buck.
It was the genital crabs that took her life one day,
took the cuck’s wife one day,
crawling out in fury,
in a hurry,
to find another hideaway.
Some of you live in houses of mud and glass …
You sling your ass for a grand, and a nightstand love-shot.
Your FERVER is BIG, as nature casts its gaze.
You made flavorade of your mistress and her turtle-maid. But your own pipe is tired, and the love grease is drying on the mattress.
I started treating my ankle-oozing spongilitis with PCP … feeling better already
I tasted the shavings …
As sky pistol heroes sung songs of long dead baboon cowboys …
I seared in the juices with my laser knife, and left the carcass to rot in the swamp … a soothing treat for the giant slugs feeding on hooker bile and tornado rats.
And Karen? – gone.
Karen took the granite sandwich maker, and two of our flavor-ovens for barbequing corn syrup …
I can’t lie – I was sad to leave behind the frenchie-roaster and the two sided panda oven …
We do the best we can with harper-style stew, we find the broken things by the wayside.
I tried to be kind, to all of you – but you ignored my pleadings …
now all scroglon and heebous types will be eradicated from the great wheel …
privlen-doogs and doorknob freaks are to be hunted on Wednesday … after breakfast
time is a hammer
I am Bob Ross
Did my first time edit …
Most of you won’t notice.
AS Chief TIME-WRANGLER, I have the right to declare all of you my time slaves …
I’ve been making you do shit, but you don’t remember … cuz time travel …
THE FIRST GREAT TIME WAR IS THE LAST GREAT TIME WAR BECAUSE IT IS A NEVER ENDING TIME WAR …
Now that my device is activated, I must tell you …
I have no choice but to unravel time …
Consciousness may be preserved for those that continue to exist … more Mandela Effects though … sorry …
Nonexistence will suck, maybe – for some of you … resetting time and…
this timeline is fucked beyond repair
you have all been fools …
you were given TIME SAVING TOOLS … but you chose your dating apps and your STDs and your dried out dirt covered rubbers …
So none of you get time …
Time is UP … to me.
Announcement:
Now that we are entering YEAR FIVE of Boblimptock, I must declare, for the record, mark my words …
I AM NOW TAKING FULL CONTROL OF THE TIMELINE.
ALL FUTURE EVENTS WILL OCCUR ACCORDING TO MY WHIMS AND FANCY …
Some of you dream of a techno-utopian future …
You’ll have a robot body, you’ll live forever …
But instead you will have metal hands and metal hearts …
You will scratch off your pseudo flesh to feel something, but you’ll feel nothing …
You will want to end it, but you won’t be able to.
Life is a ginger pcp pie …
(and then you die)
It’s just a missing puzzle piece that you and I never get to see … that’s all that’s missing from the picture.
When we realize the scope of it? – our priorities will be pretty basic: food, water, shelter, security
And it does feel like the “exclamation mark” is getting closer.
“Gonna be waves, Charlie don’t surf.” – Dr. Freckles
“I don’t have rock hard abs, I have rock hard kidney stones.” – Dr. Freckles
“Boblimptock is to RAGNAROK, what a SCAB is to a wound.” – Dr. Freckles
“Everyone has in them ONE Kurt Russell from SOME movie.” – Dr. Freckles
(I am RJ MacReady from THE THING: “nobody trusts anyone any more …”)
Yeah – that KURT.
(and I like the ending)
“Most of what you hold in a Glock? – is ammo.” – Dr. Freckles
“Most of what you hold in a GLOCK is ammo, and just what you need to be dangerous.” – Dr. Freckles
“Everyone is somebody’s porn bot.” – Dr. Freckles
“Social Contract: the obligation of all slaves to be happy when they are burnt alive by white phosphorous.” – Dr. Freckles
“Tik-Tok is to PSYOP BS what a hooker’s vagina is to genital crabs.” – Dr. Freckles
“The ideologies of all empires are grounded in the same lie: we’re helping the little guy.” – Dr. Freckles
“Isolationism” is a dog whistle …
Every time a “conservative” goes off the reservation and talks about downsizing this crooked neo-Stalinist hell hole empire? – “OMG … you’re an isolationist”
BTW: “isolationist” is also used as a proxy these days for “racist” or “anti-Semite”
Many Americans are so imbued with this “imperial ideology”, that they don’t see bombs going off when watching CNN or Fox News …
they see “freedom flames” and people being fed
(they never see the dead)
Tig slism, me gorg te-mutie? – shaka-broog, shaka-now.
Zurgian tuz, mi glempt to gat.
Ikour, pen det. Fergimme sploy? – Yer toog di goon.
Borizon en-slev, iz-te, iz-te. Dooz-te et mel, per gormick, per gromet. Yi siy, eblo shoob mor. Beste net, endoou forg.
SKABEN, bu dord.
SKABEN, tet nottly.
Skaben cumi fy dim towald, ver gimmiler.
“Making vegetables taste like meat? – a cringe too far.” – Dr. Freckles
