SOURCE GERMAN: something SO BIG and HUGE that you can’t stop thinking about it, but when it shows up it’s really a FRENCH BULLDOG, and your family hasn’t had food for 12 weeks, and so it’s stew night … and the Frenchie’s name is “Stu” … and the family doesn’t know this.
I told you no more group emails, but that was its own kind of nonsesen. If you haven't checked, there's a new podcast "Fentanyl Patches" up on the blog and spotify. I have given up on the cage Rumble and YouTube put me in, and I gave up YEARS AGO on the non-ghetto place for people like me, someone who: a) sucks too much to do better OR b) won't ever know besides. Fuck it. Good evening.
This is gonna be one HELL of a SUMMER, and summer doesn't officially start for a couple more weeks. Heat waves, floods, probably giant hail stones, and transcendental bigfoot sightings. Might even feel like the END TIMES, and who knows.
My feelings are: the IRAN war is, in a way, a good sign. I thought we were in POPPING SMOKE phase, where the OP CRAZY goes exponential - but it's still just steep linear. Steep, lots of crazy, but no distinct non-linear behaviors or discontinuities yet. The IRAN war has a "dial" for a reason - "IT" is still not here yet. Maybe it's near, almost here, coming from a planet with no beer. A queer feeling besets ones broken glass heart, so go start your BEACH BLANKET BINGO near the great sargasso sea, and let the flesh eating bacteria have a snack.
Cheers,
Dan
