Category: METASTOPIAN

THIS IS HORGEN FRIED STEAK, as if you could travel through mother Earth’s meat tube and find the wagyu exit out there, some place. These are factually specific related reports of stuff and EVENTS that can only be verified using super atomic laser micrometers and busty strippers named “Jade” and “Chastity” … they’re next  up on stage BITCH.

WHETHER THESE WRITINGS ARE RELATED TO ANYTHING OR BOBLIMPTOCK.COM IS UP TO THE MOTHER FUCKERS BUILDING FUTURE ROBOT SEX BANDITS.

METASTOPIAN: when your mind melts like refried metal shavings taco surprise and it’s FRIDAY NIGHT PIZZA ROLL PARADISE, and you live alone … and even your cat doesn’t like you.

METASTOPIA: this overturning churning charnel house of bitter pill wipe-outs and upside-down surfer hotels where nothing figures for the figuring, and you are abandoned by GOD.

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I got a message …

I got a message from the doctors at the HEART INSTITUTE of WESTERN ALABAMA, they told me they needed to replace my heart with an 8 valve system, with a tiny little man inside … shoveling coal … all fucking day, that’s what the docs say.

They said I should care, about the bear, hidden in a lair, there’s a snare … and this is your heart …. and this is your fart … and your pal, Troubled AL, eats cherry tarts …

It’s your heart bro …

It’s time to go …

A little man, with a lunch can, is shoveling coal inside of my chest hole.

I got a message from my dentist … his name is BOB, he’s a slob, he eats cob from a jar in his car … which is also his dental office. He lives in the streets he hunts what he eats. He met a girl … near the broken sea … the land had turned gray, but everything is OKAY with Bob.

He said I needed 5 toothal removal surgeries involving bicycle chains and rebar and broken concrete and an acetylene torch. It seemed careful and well done, and my good friend CHIP who’s very very HIP, came to me in a clip, in his Porsche, eating borscht … I got to the place, Bob numbed my face with a wrench to the back of my head … I was nearly dead … but the teeth were gone, and in their place, on my paralyzed face, were iron and blue, nasty glue, but it looked GREAT …

That’s what the guy said …

When he got back to me …

When he opened his butt up to the universe.

I got a message from my anal surgeon, he’s been fishing for sturgeon. He said it’s time, for the pipe, and the slime, and the camera in my BUTT. Like PIZZA HUT memories gone GREEN, never to be seen by any mean witch named Jan, in a van, with a watch and a smelly crotch … smelly crotch Jan … living in a van … taking time for herself.

My butt surgeon has 9 kinds of knives, each one reveals a different part of your meal in your gut … you food slut … he swears as he tears at your anus … poignant.

The surgery took hours …

No one sent flowers …

I was unable to shower my ass without smoking grass, it was bad …

But I’m better now.

I pee like a cow and eat puppy chow for food … so good … my mood …

I got a message from my CHIROPRACTOR …

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WHAT is NORMAL?

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260605_WHAT_IS_NORMAL.mp3

LAST DAYS of NORMAL: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28406

Peter Thiel is bugging out: https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-politics/peter-thiel-argentina-billionaire-tax-b2986444.html

NDAA 2027, SECTION 224:

“If fully enacted, this proposal would provide a higher level of military-industrial integration than the U.S. has with any other country in the world.”

UV radiation and the brain: https://pmc.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/articles/PMC11263540/

Fake Wars: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28387

Figured this out: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28371

Fun-gal: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28367

The Future: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28363

Taco meat: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28354

What is normal?: think about it, then get back to me

  1. normal isn’t a thing
  2. the period of history from 1945-2001 was the fluke, for American history
  3. LIFE is mostly EQUILIBRIUM with intermittent transitions that can be QUITE CRAZY (hence the “punctuation”)
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Last days of normal …

Smoky lands
with sandy nights
bloody hands
dunk'n delights
candy cake fright
with clock
and sock
and block
left torn
below the horn

Broken strands
careless coughing
journey's height
well in sight
mountain song pass
out of gas
with stolen hours
and flowers
rough and sour
for the gang
spread
rough
guff
on fire
devour

100 GRAND
in the account
spending spree
jubilee
food and drink
spirits sore
at the stand
checking out
two bags of onions
and a can of meat
what do you think?
Your heart sinks
empties
residue dreams
you leave the store
galore
don't pout or plea

WHAT A CHORE!
kept alone
cut to the bone
hard as stone
bled dry
always HIGH
ever nigh
made from crone

$11.99
It's all fine
ELEVEN NINETY NINE
bottle of turnip wine
blog-meat
under the seat
dried out
saddle taste
don't waste
you found the burger
now cast your fortune
unwind
it's available
for $11.99

Cog-paste? - $11.99
Old-paint flakes? - $11.99
Moldy bread? - $11.99
Blood soup instead? - $11.99
Clem beets? - $11.99
Open bay hornet honey? - $11.99

Eleven Ninety Nine
everything is fine

Eleven Ninety Nine
works every time

Eleven Ninety Nine
for ONE OUNCE of beef
a body buried beneath
the never ending lie
a line to be crossed
and in the lost
with the ghosts
we find more
or most
of what's left