
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260621_WATER_CRISIS.mp3
Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/g1njrbr3d
Puerto Rico: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28692
Army Broke: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28689
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.
U.S. Army shortfall in funding: https://abcnews.com/Politics/army-cuts-training-service-short-billions-dollars/story?id=132898323
Slashing budgets: https://www.wwnytv.com/2026/05/13/us-army-slashes-training-exercises-due-budget-shortfall/
“Don’t give your money to strangers who live far away.” – Dr. Freckles
“With success, don’t assume you learned anything.” – Dr. Freckles

MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260619_KODOKUSHI.mp3
That Spooky Feeling:
I should be happy, I guess.
We should be happy that Papa Blump avoided some greater conflict in the Persian Gulf. Of Course, the PETRO-DOLLAR is OVER, if any of this MoU peace shit is true. But let’s play pretend and imagine it is.
I’ve discussed this, others have as well. It goes back to the spooky times of late 2019, and the sense that the world was soon going to tip over, go sideways.
For the last several years SINCE THEN, it’s been as if we were in a holding pattern … nonsense masquerading as NEWS has filled the streams, as if to cover something up – this is what I’ve called BOBLIMPTOCK.
I’ve outlined the following since 2020:
What if they are managing a fuzzy event, and it IS the worst case: but not rapid global permafrost collapse?
What if they broke the universe in 2009 at CERN?
What if ECHOES of this event have been reverberating, with varying levels of intensity, backwards in time. That people sensitive to their world FELT this coming years ago, perhaps decades ago?
I have a spooky feeling that the SECOND SHOE is about to drop, but there’s so much noise bouncing around the collective unconscious that it’s hard to be sure.
The Universe is Broken: https://www.fearandwine.com/post/mandela-effect-cern-lhc-reality-glitch
More exploding cows: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28584
Don’t eat the shellfish: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28581
MoU: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28575
Tick Season: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28571
UFC 250 SINGLE WIDE CELEBRATION: https://nypost.com/2026/06/17/media/joe-rogan-eviscerates-ufc-freedom-250-critics-by-telling-them-to-shut-the-f-k-up/
Dying alone in Japan: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28562
A lonely death: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28645

A lonely death
not best or worst
as cave snakes embark
and the park
where my body was dumped
is now empty
Spotted crane
leaving a stain
the membrane torn
by the scorn
and regret
a last pet
left at the vet
a note in the cage
"no rage, no sadness"
just stale
and a body melting
at the veil
Auto-deposit
zombie finances
aunt Sally's fruit cake
for the bake
holding out
months and YEARS
never fear
it's still fresh
with a cat feast
off the leash
and bones do all the rest
The smell is washed out
by Filipino hookers
workers and builders
sweat and blood
and piles of crud
cover up the stench
of the bench
and the body
it's so naughty
no one stops by
The cats are full
near the dried pool
vomit and blood
desiccated and dry
maggots and flies
bones yellow and old
covered in mold
the landlord stops by
"hey, you okay inside?"
but silence grips
pursed lips
"I'll come by another day"
that's what the landlord say
A lonely death
split with fear
no one to remember
no one holds dear
empty clothes
forgotten friends
bitter ends smell sweet
one last treat
for the demon
with a cheer
Dump the body
some place nice
not on ice
not near a church
not under a birch or a pine
find the fine
wet sand
at the beach
under a log
so some coyote
or man
can find it there
in the sun
tomato paste fun
place a gun in the hand
I'll pay 100 grand
If the whole thing looks absurd and childish and unlikely to succeed? – you are seeing things with a clear head.
“If I don’t like it, I can start dropping bombs again.” – Papa Blump
