"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
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.
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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.
I made myself a sandwich out of eggplant and shame. I piled on cooter cheese and dog hair and dried stripper blood and old ground up peanut grease left over from last Easter. We put this shit in the oven at 400 degrees for 12 hours, until the material is a black puck and ready for power insertion.
I invite others over for dinner …
I usually add a RAMEN CASSEROLE. You smash up 6 ramen packets and mix in the beef flavor and a few eggs and spider legs. You add lima beans and durable battery acid substitutes from VIETNAM. If there are discarded fish from the wharf that even the seagulls and crows ignore? – then toss that harness-boog into the batch and watch it hatch parasite mystery flavor.
Within 72 hours, very few guests complain.
After such a hearty meal I head to the landfill for magnet fishing. I go with a magnet rod system and a geiger counter and a hooker from Australia named “Jade”. You’d be amazed by the kinds of SHITE we’d pull out of that swamp. Musker-birds, hunting the orphans from the zoo, would howl and cry as the night went by.
Sometimes we’d find old discarded radiological material from the cancer hospitals. Dark metal containers filled with radium and curium and einsteinium and other kinds of late night fun. We’d called in THREATS to the local ROCK’N’ROLL station, demanding nonstop Styx for 77 days, but now we’d have the dirty bombs to make it real … what a deal for just some work at the landfill.
Old man awaiting the clock don't balk don't flail summertime sets sail scan the seas eat your peas bend your knees to the KING of FLEAS
Old man burnt by the sun having fun on the run carry that shotgun BANG! That's what she sang on the STAGE with RAGE she's a sage of the trees
Old man hurting from the fight it's alright the sky is turning red but you're not dead remember what the old shaman SAID: "Keep calm keep clear have another beer let your dear one go ... she was a HO" And remember bro, she gave you a disease
Old man your wife is fucking your dad you've had all you can have your world is full of twirling nightmares ... So stop look out no matter the season you'll find a reason lock the door throw away the keys
Old man regret torn forlorn hole find your soul lost on the streets grab yourself a TREAT from HOOKER JANE she's insane she'll let you grab her TANG for a slab from the jab and the herpes sleaze
Old man go to Japan find the STORE where the WHORE hit the FLOOR and her GORE red spout all about it was a rout no time to pout just SHOUT as loud as you can: "No more land, just sand, and dead trees."
STRUCTURAL ENGINEERING 101: exposing any non-trivial system to repeated STRAIN, DE-STRAIN, or flexing, will inevitably lead to failure. A DAM wants consistent water quality and volume, with temperature being a secondary but important concern. If these variables, specifically VOLUME, fluctuate too much? – you get sink holes formed, subsidence, and failure.
He was here, such a young scamp, running about chasing butterflies and dreams …
WTAF ever happened to that little BEAM of LIGHT?
Did some monster take poor G1NJRBR3D in the NIGHT?
Little G1NJRBR3D never hurt no one no how … he was a moon child of the darkest emerald and in glaze his hazy ways would transform the gloom from a tomb.
No one said nothing bad about poor little G1NJRBR3D … but is he dead?
Did some force grab him in the woods?
Is he gone for goods?
Did I kill poor little G1NJRBR3D?
WAS IT ME?
Or was it cinna-bun … on the run … he’s got his gun. If you see him you are done, cinna-bun-bun-bun …
cinna-bun-bun … he walks the Earth driving his hearse where there is no sun …
I was able to remove the ear worm. It was grey and brackish and sad and lame.
It had scab eyes and a walnut brain.
It was tearing at my temporal lobe, chunks of brain flesh and girg.
I am left as Mr. Potato made me, full of zest and robusto.
I am ROBUSTO and so is G1NJRBRED.
Robusto extravagante style VOLCANO YACHT CLUB SEX TALES type living, with dolphin wine and raccoon cum and gopher sunsets.
Hammered and hungry, we’re breaking out to find new possibilities.
We’ve been STRUCK by the LOVE CURSE, and our HEARSE speeds away carrying our flesh burden and our desires.
We fold into the ground like hound dog warriors, and the mountains bend to our new fire posse.
TAKE HOLD of your emotion and FIGHT for your LIFE until the cities burn.
And among the urns labeled red and black somewhere near the back of the bus for the rest of us sat little G1NJRBR3D
Your dogs and cats, your parrot … they’re all looking at you different now, starker, clearer, without pity or remorse. They are SIZING YOU UP for the BIG GAME and that GAME starts soon bucko … you can’t sell your way out of this turnip pie.
They know you … really know you … these animals … and they hate you.
Your cat has been talking to you about liquidating your investments and converting it all to EZ CREDIT TYPE bank cards your cat can use … you can say no, but your cat is still going to kill you.
Your hamster just whispers in the shadows about “coming waves of blood” and other tumult.
Your animals are insane.
Already there are monkeys in your town trading needles and getting HIGH at the local “shooting gallery”. Your woman has laid down with these beasts and now she’s used up and polluted by monkey spooge. These monkeys carry monkey herpes as a badge of honor. These are horror apes and it’s your fault, it was always your fault.
Kangaroo wranglers from EASTERN QUEBEC are descending upon LA in search of underwear model stardom. They’ve got the GOO MOVES and women slather themselves with elk musk just to turn them on. Don’t worry, they will be eaten by the sharks in Compton before it’s too late.
Your Eskimo diet of dead whale and sadness will give way to HUNTER STYLE BUTT FURY when you eat the last Doritos and your cheetah master changes channels. You can’t outrun the tigers in your past, you have to let them eat you.
You have goldfish?
Really?
Are you broken inside?
Did someone hurt you?
You have goldfish because you no longer care about yourself or others. You only buy carnival style gold fish in huge bags … you feed them too little and seldom … then you cry when they die … and buy more goldfish, for the soul harvest. You capture their tiny souls in a jar, and then sell this to gypsies.
The crows nearby are gaunt and focused. They see you, they watch your windows at night. They are looking for a way out by finding a way in. You won’t see it, they’ll pluck out your eyes and grab you gun and your hun and your money and your booty. It’s over clover. You failed.
The Iran “Conflict” (an email I sent my listeners):
I haven't had the energy or interest to do a podcast in over a week, there are a number of reasons: a) I've had an ear infection/allergy thingy in my left ear for about 3 weeks and I hope it gets better, b) the NEWS looks as greasy and nonsensical as it always has, c) I have faker-fatigue.
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In March of 2022 I said "if the Ukraine war lasts longer than 90 days, something else is going on". I also said that the 10/7 event was probably a false flag that resulted from Israel being told "time is running out". Now there's the IRAN "conflict". I can't call it a war, because it is not a legal war in the modern sense - but if we're going prehistoric, then it is some kind of war ... atavistic and dumb.
I can understand the desire for Israel and the USA to want a "sitzkrieg" or phony war, this makes sense given the intel that WE GET about the situation for all the military forces involved (missile production and effective air defense). What I don't understand and I've heard no good explanation for is WHY did IRAN leave this half done? It's a lot like Heinz Guderian, in late July 1941, and there is NO SOVIET MILITARY of any substance between him and Moscow ... but Hitler says "let's turn south". It's that dumb. I feel like I should have some clue, with an MA in military history and experience (non combat) in the Army.
The longer the fake war shit lasts, the worse it is for Iran's current rulers and this is NOT linear ... this is financial. Iran was able to THEATRICALLY DEFEAT the USA in a short time, then THEATRICALLY they are playing "grifter war" with the penultimate grifters - USA and Israel. None of this adds up for me. It's possible that we have some kind of "mind ray" that is controlling the Iranian leadership, but this is too absurd and idea for me right now.
The longer this phony peace lasts, the worse it is for Iran, China, Russia, et al. The longer the Ukraine "conflict" lasts, the worse it is for Russia.
The only explanation I have is the same since 2020 - something deeper is going on ... deeper than the reset ... deeper than ONE WORLD GOVERNMENT ... deeper than another financial rip off scheme.
The economic world they set fire to in 2020 looks to be set to BURN again, and there is very little reason unless TPTB know it all burns soon, and the only use civilization now has is as kindling.
Your friend Dan, with happy thoughts.
THE DORB FREAK:
He just paced back and forth, muttering as he passed me. Whistling with his covid mask and then asking “aren’t you worried about the covid?”. I told him I had all the covids and ebolas and herpes. That I had an army of little parasites living inside of me, feeding on my bones when I’m all alone.
Retired people don't need hope. What would they do with hope, let them experience each day as an infinite misery, let every failure visit them like a drunk banshee, let them be reminded of the END and the world is not a friend and your kin? - they've given in to the HELL ... can't break the spell ... there is not hope old person.
Second thing ...
Retired people don't need knives and forks. They need a mashing bowl that they can pour their grits into and spin up the FRANK SINATRA. What need of knives and forks? Your teeth are rotted out, your smile is now a pout, your kids are far away and they curse your name every fucking day ... you don't need knives ... or forks ... if you are retired.
Third thing ...
Retired people don't need a home or a shack. They can live out back near the abandoned mines and factories, where the coyotes and wolves hunt weak flesh and no one hears the screams ...
Fourth thing ...
Retired people don't need LOVE. They had their chance to find peace in the hugs of Denise but the hooker breath spread and now you're almost dead .... fuck you retired people ... you don't need love.
5. you don't need steak
6. you have no need for a bed
7. your water can be unclean and fetid
8. we will take your car and your home
9. no more Harrison Ford movies
10. no gold, no whiskey
11. give us your furniture, you just need a wheelchair
12. you have no need for respect BOOMER ... you said don't trust anyone over 30 boomer ... we will take your respect and leave you in the swamps to be eaten by cats ... KODOKUSHI ... KODOKUSHI ... goodbye boomer, goodbye
Possible suspects:
His mother: lots of parents in Europe will “send their kids to Australia”, but that’s a euphemism for having them killed on the trip.
The “God Father” … come on.
Any given Danish person.
It was 2019 … maybe the “covid” killed him, tossed his body into the sea.
