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GRINKEN TIME

Grinken Time is almost here,
every fool should grab a beer.

Stand upright for the coming storm,
don't be afraid to oppose the norm,
expect a fire to burn up high,
and on a cloud His time is nigh.

Grinken time will be a hoot,
take a bite of the poison fruit.

Your olden day times are gone,
your parents are buried in the grave,
no one to save the lost throng,
as songs saved breathe air into a beast,
something ugly as Yeats said,
coming from the EAST.

An elder view from behind the hill,
casting iron in tired will,
persistent and enticing,
life and bread and water,
the slaughter,
the kill,
tested watchers still.

As day turns to dusk,
land fills with fire,
the city crier becomes a liar,
when his whisper is heard,
a muffled thump,
the sun rises,
you hear the bell ...

"All is well."
"All is well."

100 travelers make the break,
as waves crash higher and higher,
weary of their world gone by,
staving off the brash young wolves,
not taken,
not broken,
not ready.

"Steady my child" said old Keith,
all his teeth knocked out by the Gergin-Thieves,
"Stake out your BIG STAND"
and he pointed beyond the hills,
"A killer wind is carrying us along",
no song from Keith,
just passage.

GRINKEN TIME is for the BRAVE,
a quiet chain around your neck,
you can bust out,
stop being a slave,
accept the blood price,
ever nice,
as forks give way to knives,
and lives are tossed onto the pyre,
the town crier is first to burn.

Did we learn this time?

Did we gather wisdom and mead?

Did we get what we need?

Are the seeds abandoned on rocky ground?

A sound unleashed from the depths,
for sly cheaters and grifter slime,
a time turns over from corn syrup to blood,
and like a dud this "century" ends.

A rotten promise from a "friend",
a careless tryst with hooker fiends,
and in the KARMA laughter is heard,
no more words for this crooked scene,
spread upon the sands.

A gift from the ages,
for those left behind,
you won't find an exit,
just a whisper,
"Welcome to GRINKEN TIME!"

"HAVE A NICE FRAY!"
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CHARLIE KIRK was a SPACE SHIP!

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20251019_CHARLIE_KIRK_WAS_A_SPACE_SHIP.mp3

Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/doctorfreckles

Your FORTUNE: Tendy’s Style Chinese A&W fortune cookie …

Charlie Kirk was a space ship!

Inside his cavernous titanium lined carbon composite skull lived a tiny traveler about 3 inches tall. Thumbelina’s biscuit sister, brother/dad/husband style Danish marriages, from such TRYSTS come the remains of existential horror, like French bulldogs or the tiny star traveler pimps that ride the stride of “Charlie Kirk” type craft. Say I’m ripping off Men in Black, and I say IDGAF.

Corporate types engineered his sleek bodice, setting forth a brain-case of cagey eyed fury. STAR CAPTAIN KRIS commanded “Charlie Kirk” for a while, and smiled when the day came he could head on home to PLANET X-RAY.

There were hooker-queens who controlled “Charlie Kirk”, and they drove his granite pipe memories into coeds they’d “meet”, COAST to COAST, on the great debating tours of old … sure … tell your wife you are joining an ad hoc reading group at UoM. She knows, but she pretends she doesn’t …

YOUR DANISH MOM’S DAD is your uncle-brother …

YOUR FATHER’S BROTHER’S DANISH COUSIN is your grand-sister-wife …

You eat snail cake with the prisoners of sector-21, and your motto of “LIVE FREE OR DIE” is all the rage with the cat jockeys and milf herders.

Tested and chosen swarthy men with dusky expressions and onyx nails chased the tiny people from one solar system to the next. These tiny people had no home until fetal-alcohol syndrome style Sydney Sweeneys began exuding Charlie Kirk or Sisson style flunk juice. They DRILLED AWAY into their crystal skulls and there they found the COOPER MADE AX OILS and the lost lusty affairs of their prostitute moms. In those empty meth head caverns of HILLBILLY EUGLOGIES they found peace.

Counterfeit monkey shaman covered the grounds and byways, leeching from stone chestnut-crabs and swollen ghoul mussels that are dredged from Florida Man style storm drains.

CANUS MINOR and the URSULA PRIME widows formed a CANKER UNION and launched missiles at Kalamazoo.

Trevor Thompson was infected with crabs by a Belgium in COMMUNIST CHINA.

Your AUNT REGINA is UP NEXT on STAGE at the Caveman’s Gentleman’s Club near 6th and Buncton AVE.

It is done.

It was fun.

Grab your gun.

Drive buffalo WEST.

Good guys: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=23573

Kyle Bass: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=23565

GFC 2.0: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=23560

Twitch: https://www.tmz.com/2025/10/18/twitch-emiru-streamer-alleged-assault/