Category: Collapse

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SDEROT CINEMA (from 2014)

Link: https://www.nytimes.com/2014/07/23/world/middleeast/on-the-edge-of-battle-rockets-give-israelis-a-show.html

Link: https://www.aa.com.tr/en/middle-east/amount-of-israeli-bombs-dropped-on-gaza-surpasses-that-of-world-war-ii/3239665

“each usually carried out by two groups of three aircraft. A typical mission dropped 168 tons of ordnance, pounding an area 1.5 by 0.5 miles (2.41 by 0.80 km)”

Roughly a square mile: 168 tons, per Vietnam war an B-52 ARCLIGHT

Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/GBU-43/B_MOAB

GAZA is 141 square miles, so this times 168 tons of TNT gets you to 23.5 kilotons of TNT … and this would be horrendous.

Now imagine doing 3 times that amount.

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Kentucky style sideways bird-flu … (rated: XXX)

Link: https://www.telegraph.co.uk/global-health/science-and-disease/africas-worsening-mpox-outbreak-can-no-longer-be-ignored/

This is a slut chain …

A cow had sex with a monkey that had sex with a bird that had Kentucky style sideways action with Florida Man …

Florida Man had WEST VIRGINIA method “Old Miss Gibbons” style horse-shoeing, while cuddling a grizzly and allowing a mountain lion to tug him off … and then it gets worse …

Texas Dave was pile driving his Latin queen in his new CHEVY TRUCK MACHINE, when that mountain lion Florida Man infected showed up, and it became a “Juarez 3 Way with extra pepper” … this is how lockdowns start mother fucker … stop it … fuck the monkey pox herpes …

CANADA KATE was servicing truckers near Niagara Falls, when that nasty ass TEXAS DAVE showed up. He was covered in pus buncles and layer-cake fecal powders … She did the “Driving Miss Davy” for him, but his jergis-wand exploded with a green glowing paste, and a lot lizard called the state patrol …

The state patrolman sampled Dave’s GOO and spilled a little on his pants, the lot lizard, Harper Gapes, ended up propositioning the cop … and they had cop-style rough sex in the back of his cruiser, and as his cruiser spooge burst its dam, Harper caught a mouth load on the way down … and the monkey pox spreads …

A fella named STRUPPS was huffing paint fumes near the 7/11 off of BOBLIMPTOCK AVENUE, when Harper came by … she had jaundiced eyes and flies and scovington-scars from coconut bars covering her arms and legs … STRUPPS tried to help her, but instead they tripped and fell into a pile of garbage in the alley and began to make a bunctous baby … and now the MONKEY POX WORSENS: WHO, CODE RED!

MERV BRAMPTON found that poor damnable baby, tossed in a dumpster, and took the child home. Poor thing was half-human, half-monkey pox … MERV didn’t know what to do … he named the child Harriet or Harry, he wasn’t too sure about the sex or gender of that bunctous baby. When Harriet was 9, he drove drove him/her to the jungles of Florida, and dropped the baby off in a swamp … “Goodbye poor bunctous baby … may your parents rot in hell”

Harriet grew up and went to COLLEGE. She studied and read books and got herself a PhD and moved to Australia … becoming a citizen. She changed her name to RAY GUNN and represented the Aussies in the Olympic Games as a break dancer …

An everyone lived happily ever after …

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Twitter/X is a landfill …

“Twitter/X is a LANDFILL, where you run into friends … maybe … and then once in a while a dude comes up from behind, hits you on the head with a brick, you wake up hours later – your friends are gone. It’s that cool.” – Dr. Freckles

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I keep drinking …

I keep thinking,
I want to quit drinking,
but the BOMB keeps ticking,
it’s an alarm clock in my head.

I was DEAD,
when the old whiskey slut sold my kidneys,
“it wasn’t me”, she said.

I was lost,
when my cocaine boss sold loin dressing,
and the magnet freaks kept on a’blessing,
that infernal sphere … hovering in the dark.

So you keep thinking,
you can stop drinking,
but you will still be freaking out.

Your wolf spirit is gone.

Could you hear the INFLUENCE GUY YELL,
at the opening bell,
when turtle wash cowboys SELL SELL SELL.

And your own FRIED FISH DREAMS,
come apart at the seams,
as the elf captain says “we’ve got some turbulence”,
and the bliss barons fall silently in love.

Look out below?
Oh NO …
Look out above.