You are not allowed
to do that
You are not allowed
access to this endpoint
Go back to your zone
to the bone
with grit
and shit
and spit
you are alone
Your curses are gone
so long
so strong
with burning
yearning
storming
warnings
and joined
for more
WWW has in store
You are not
You shall not
no allowance is made
you fade
with busted doors
herpes whores
no one keeps score
and you fall down
below
grow
blow
as winds bear down
ground moves
stoking the pyre
chores for the hire
You are NOT well
ring that bell
the nurse arrives
still alive
with fruitful juice
and stool loose
a boost from the knife
your life
forfeit
gone
beyond
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED
to live
to give
to leave
to grieve
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 … He said it’s time to come by or my back is gonna die.
His name is ERNIE, he’s on a journey, his mind is covered in sleaze, he has marked up knees … wonder why? Is Ernie gonna die? Is his body full of death? Did you smell his shit breath?
He said my alignment was crooked and my aura was blue-green honey-nut biscuit.
He said my saliva was jelly and my goose was cooked and there’s no way and that’s okay for now … he slaughtered a cow … pulled out the stones … and soon my mind was blown.
I got the fucking message.
I got the fucking message.
I’m eating right, getting ready for the fight.
LATE LAST NIGHT …
MY THERAPIST SLASH HOOKER …
Left me a message …
“Dan, you need to slow down. You need to speed up. You need to let go of your buttercup illusions. You need to work out. You need to lose weight. You have a broken gait and it’s late for your kind of grooving. Take several tablespoons of epson salt, and place it in a small glass … add in squirrel tonsils and other kinds of kale and then BAIL on your burning world. Set SAIL for the NEW HIGHER LIVING somewhere EAST … EAST of ANTARCTICA …”
I got the message.
I got the fucking message.
It’s time for multivitamin lifestyle …
Walk a mile …
Find a dead skunk and building barley bunk for your WIFE, the one in the hole, you left her there, so she’d be eaten by a bear.
I got the message.
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
LAST FOOD
LAST FOOD
for the brood
the machine was crude
put me in a 'tude
as the fat burned off
a little cough
from the viral goo
and a smile from the screen
not mean
ever seen
when the twirled taters
and onion craters
crack your spleen
NOT GOOD
when the heart cracks
and the back leaks
as eyes glow in the night
no fright
just now
a yellow blight
a cow
a wolf
a bat
or a rat
all on sale
in the bale
blue and green
all in the TACO pouch
covered in RED
"Hope it's dead"
sad the grouch
SOME DUDE
too rude for service
sells slurry
kind of furry
near the ferry
his name was Jerry
"Get more slop"
and the cop
with fists of fury
pounded the poor beast
and in silence
a line so long
no song
just spilled grease
TELL JUDE
to put the fam
on the tram
go to the central store
a whore
named Jelly
in her belly
carries the protein core
a modest proposal
a deal of Molech stench
a bum on the bench
dies quick
sick?
hit him with a wrench
load the body
it's not naughty
a necessary pick
so slick
the last day for "Rick"
THE LAST MEAL
by the bay
with Jay and Sal
your tent pals
a sun sets
as the sky turns black
and food
on the roll
in the bowl
red and brown
with a frown
gobble it down
LAST FOOD
LAST FOOD
"FIVE MINUTES"
said the clown
at the gate
no hate
you just wait
for the last food
it's not too late
We need …
We need to build
a connected network
of hyper cannons,
super rail guns,
that fire exo-atmospheric
SCRAM JET hyper sonic
glide vehicles ...
We need robot dogs
armed with flamethrowers ...
the dogs have a computer virus
version of rabies.
We need time-torpedoes
so we can whack our enemies
before they are born ...
This is the future of war ...
This is the future
of the forlorn.
We need a pill
that will make you ill
with type-herpes
then we'll drink a slurpee
this is the future of war
and love ...
We must be strong
made of coke and fever
we will deliver
the final blow ...
We will defeat the wrong
and replace the evil
with a metal man
from robot Japan ...
The war will last long
a final song for a dying race
outer space hookers
real lookers
will take too long
singing this song ...
The war will be messy
filled with gore
forevermore,
you will be entrapped
by the slap
and the pain
of complete disdain ...
Our newest lasers
our turret masers
our machine gun arms
will raise alarm
and we'll FIGHT
on SATURDAY NIGHT
and we'll disarm
and take the freaks
to the farm ...
The war will be new
the war will be true
there will be so few
left
and then the broken
soaked in monkey blood
will chew their cud
and with a thud
you become a STUD ...
We need to feed
the soy to the pigs
the pigs to the corn
the corn to the cow
the cow to the horse
and of course
we'll eat the pony
no phony baloney
it's time STAND TALL
at the Cattleman's Ball
this is the path
what we need ...
We need all of this,
real soon ...
LOVE TAPS!
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260510_LOVE_TAPS.mp3
Love Taps: https://abcnews.com/Politics/trump-calls-iran-strikes-love-tap-ceasefire-effect/story?id=132762926
TYFYATTM:
THANK YOU
for YOUR ATTENTION
to this matter
SCRYB FREAKS!
EATING COOB SPICE!
SELLING BLACK RICE!
You need to STOP IT!
STOP IT NOW!
We'll harvest you
like a little
RED COW!
TYFYATTM ...
Modern whore sluts
nutting about
looking for snout
selling their
boovula
for a little
more time
your slime is DONE!
so over
get over Clover
stop your draino
or go insane-oh
TYFYATTM ...
ROAD CREWS
spreading tar
spreading ooze
10 men doing
one man's job
they ain't slobs
they selling drugs
not hugs
to the chugs
along the way
it's okay bro
it's okay
keep being
that MAGA
YOU!
So true ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
We are ready to fight!
The world embraces NIGHT!
For any given sleight!
Or word ...
We're not turds ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
TYFYATTM ...
Someone should unplug the world: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27943
The Phony War: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27937
ROTAB WAR ORDERS: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27915
Not enough food:
BIG PROJECT COMING UP:
Polar Bear Attacks:
ORCA REVENGE:
S’CLUMPING:
Link: https://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/flight-taking-denver-strikes-pedestrian-runway-rcna344330
DIRE WOLVES:
Rocks at seals:
TRUMP PHONE:
R.O.T.A.B. is even MORE POWERFUL with SEAFLOW!
THIS IS A WAR ACTION ALERT MESSAGE!
ALL TROGLON TYPE BERGER-ZEEDS NEED TO BE READY FOR THE FINAL ASSAULT. WE'VE TAKEN 4 ISLANDS EAST OF HAWAII AND NOW INTEND TO LAUNCH A FULL FRONTAL LUNGE AT WESTERN SUMERIA WITH AN EYE TO OVERTURNING THE ASSYRIAN EMPIRE AND THE LAST LORDS OF FROLIC.
TEGOS-REE, THE ADMIRAL OF THE CENTRAL SEA, IS TAKING OUT SUBMARINE NETWORKS IN TASMANIA AND SOUTHERN DETROIT. NORD-STYLE BURGER BUCKETS ARE HUSTLING BEAN-DROPPINGS TO THE DUSTER FREAKS IN SECTOR 44 AND REGION OCTOBER. A MISSILE LAUNCH WAS DETECTED AMONG THE WHORE KEEPERS AND THE STREET WALKERS ARE SELLING SPECIAL-K TO THE COPS AND FEDS FROM FRESNO.
YOU ARE NOT SAFE!
YOU ARE NOT SAFE IN YOUR HONEYDEW MELON PARADISE!
YOUR FOOD IS NOT SAFE, IT IS FILLED WITH JASMINE-MAGGOTS AND OTHER SLIME-TICKS.
YOUR MIND IS NOT SAFE, IT IS CONCERNED WITH BIRTHDAY PARTY MINUTIA AND FAVORITE SONG BLISS TIED TO A LATE SPRING SUNSET SPICE RACK.
WHEN THE TIME COMES, BE READY TO ABANDON YOUR HEADQUARTERS AND DELETE ALL MESSAGES FROM SHEILA ... SHE'S A BITCH AND SHE'S STALKING YOU ... SO STOP IT. STOP IT NOW. SHEILA CANNOT BE TRUSTED, HER EYES ARE GREEN AND SPECKLED AND HER HEART IS IRON AND CABBAGE.
FOR THE TIME BEING ...
ALL CONDOMS AND TOILET PAPER WILL BE REUSED AND RECYCLED.
WE WILL CONSERVE OUR PRECIOUS MOISTURE AND YIELD ONLY THE COMMON STOCK FOR THE SWILL-BREEDERS IN THE CAVES OF HOUSTON. PARTY FAVOR JUGGLERS AND CLEVELAND WIZARDS SELL THEIR MAN-GOO TO THE RAIDERS IN SECTOR-2. NEVER BEFORE HAVE SO MANY GUZZLERS OF HERG-PASTE BEEN BROUGHT TOGETHER FOR A VICTORY WITHOUT PRECEDENT OR PAST.
THIS WAR MESSAGE IS FOR THE STRONG BODIES ...
MINDS CLEAR OF INFECTION OR FATE.
YOUR MIND-BODY PROBLEM IS ONE OF REGRET AND TRAUMA-FORECLOSURE.
YOUR MIND-SELF IS DISTORTED AND THE RADAR SYSTEMS IN CENTRAL KRASNOVIA ARE NO LONGER OPERABLE BECAUSE RED-DRAGON MISSILE RIDERS HAVE LOST ALL HOPE AND THE NYMPHO MISTRESS IS LONGING FOR STD RIDDEN JEDI LIVING ALONE IN THE DESERTS OF MEMORY.
THIS WAR MESSAGE IS FOR THE FALLEN.
THOSE GHOSTS THAT WRESTLE WITH CAUSALITY AND MAKE WAY FOR SMALLER LEGIONS OF TINY SOLDIERS MADE OF PUDDING.
INDIAN CALL CENTERS ARE STANDING BY TO HELP YOU WITH MEDICARE PARTS A AND B, AND NEW LIFE EXTENSION FINAL PLAN DEALS WHERE YOUR BODY PARTS CAN BE MARINATED IN DEAD MONKEY SAUCE AND THEN TOSSED INTO THE GANGES WHERE PRIESTS AND NUNS WILL POOP OUT THEIR VIGOR AND LEAVE YOUR NON-SELF IDENTITY TRAPPED IN A SMOG JAIL.
YOUR MOMS ARE WITH ME ... ALL OF THEM.
YOUR MOMS ARE MY HOOKER DREAM MAKERS.
THEY CARRY BATS AND CHAIN AND ROGAINE DART GUNS.
THEY ARE POWERED BY THE INFERNAL CAGE-RAGE OF NIGHTMARE PROPORTIONS.
DRIED AND EMPTY, YOUR MOMS WILL DO ANYTHING FOR THEIR HOOKER KING ... WHICH IS ME.
DENMARK IS SO OVER, IT'S BASIC ...
DENMARK IS BASIC.
DANISH FOOD IS BASIC.
DANISH DIALECT IS SLOW AND SMELLY AND BASIC.
YOU CAN SMELL THE REEF TORRENT COMING FROM A DANE'S MOUTH, IT IS BILE VENGEANCE AND SHIT THROAT CATACLYSM.
HERRING STORES ARE DROPPING AND THE COPENHAGEN SKETCH MARKET IS HOPPING WITH NOODLE CHALLENGES AND OLD FART FERRET RUSTLERS.
IT WILL ALL BE OVER WHEN DENMARK SINKS.
SEA-FLOW STYLE FROZEN BUTT PLUGS MAKE ALL OF THIS POSSIBLE. THIS SUMMER, FROZEN BUTT PLUGS WILL BE HUGE AMONG THE BOOMERS AND ZOOMERS, SITTING AT HOME, DRAGGING THEIR ASS MERCHANTS TO WALMART FOR THE FOOD SALE.
HOT TOPIC PROPHECY SPELLS DOOM FOR THE LAST OF THOSE OLD HAGS, AND THE CRONES ARE CAUGHT MALL WALKING WITH HORSEMEN AND ARCHERS.
BUILD A WALL AROUND YOUR HEART AND A MOAT AND FILL THE MOAT WITH SHARKS AND LAMPREY.
MAKE A HOME FOR THE SOUL PAIN, THIS IS BATTLE AND THE RATTLE OF BARS WILL HIGHLIGHT THE CRYSTAL SPILLWAY AND LEAVE YOU BARREN BEFORE BETSY THE BRA SALESMAN.
YOUR TENDER HEART WILL SPLIT WIDE OPEN WHEN YOU SEE THE BUSTED MASSES FLEEING THIS TENSE STANDOFF. HUNGRY HORDES ARE HOARDING WHORE JELLO AND THE LAST OF THE RESUPPLICANT PIMP CREW ARE CREATED ANEW BEFORE THE DYING SUNLIGHT. SMOKE RISES FROM THE BATTLE AS THE FIRES OF TORMENT BURN BLUE.
SPIDER EGG JELLY IS THE KEY TO VICTORY!
OUR MORGUE LEADERS ARE KILLING IT WITH SEAFLOW STYLE SPIDER EGG JELLY SOUP RECIPES AND TENDER VITTLE STYLE MEAT RESIDUE.
TIME TO ACCEPT THE END AS THE BEGINNING AND THE SEAFLOW LOVE SONG CARRIES THE DAY, AS THE BONG IS PASSED AND THE HOURS DECAY.
ALL HAIL THE KNIFE JUDGE.
THIS IS YOUR ALERT ACTION WAR MESSAGE.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR ATTENTION TO THIS MATTER.
AND FUCK YOU.
“20 RIBEYES for 40 BUCKS …”
"20 RIBEYES for 40 BUCKS!"
screeched the meat monger
from the back of his truck
GERMAN SHIPPERS
hip hop slippers
place your kippers
in the basket
flippers will lose
their shoes
and nothing remains
Insane ARAB PRIESTS
MAGICIANS and SPRITES
fall by the side
in the night
no one saw them
say goodbye
on their way
to the weekly fry
don't look
at the tattoo
on the steak
NAVAL goo-stew
the home brew
for the TROOPS
for the scoops
and we can
RAISE THE FLAG
it's a gag
as marines eat
flea soup
in the heat
Don't look for
the tattoo
it's there
barely in sight
what a FRIGHT
it shall be
when NEIGHBOR TOM
stops BY
with hungry kids
and wife crying
and baby dying
of hunger and thirst
they'll see
your tattoo
and they won't care
they'll just bear it
and eat
twenty ribeye steaks
for the makings
and potato pie
with peas and carrots
and a salad
in the rear view
mirror ...
Don't look
for the tattoo
on the steak
INCEST BABY
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260425_INCEST_BABY.mp3
INCEST BABY:
A tawdry little muggle-wrap, filled with spruce nog and syphilitic tumor sauce. His eyes gleamed, some of his dad, some of his sister-mom, and Melania looked on. Doctors CHEERED at the fertility clinic, and carried the sponge ball - it seems a surrogate to a sister-mom's kid and a brother-son's brisk.
Cursed and shaking, the little baby broke wind and a grin came across his sister-mom's face. "WHAT GRACE this baby has!", cheered "mother", as her glass emptied the maid poured another. And the ORANGE BANDITO smiled at his tree-trunk child, leering deeply into his own shame but not holding, or scolding, or folding his arms. He's the proud dad of a brother-son, sister-mom, and other assorted mutants crawling from his gird pipe.
LITTLE BARRON SPOKE the words of SANHEDRIN RELICS and CABBALISTIC echoes, he was made for narrow trees, few branches, too suckling and weak to exist on his own. He'll call his sister-mom on the phone, when he's alone and scared and pops is topping off the cocaine jar. "Mom" would get drunk and fuck the secret service guy, the one with the big cock. Sister-mom would tell her test-tube brother-son to remember the "family grit" and keep up that smiling chug-face and never give into the wretched sadness of peering into the mirror.
He's now so much older, and the words of incest are hidden in EPSTEIN CLOUDS and if the world knew? - well, look at that scrogan-beast ... the world knows, as if from some Lovecraftian tale of OLD FAMILIES and LITTLE NEW BLOOD. A flood of sky burglars awaits and the freight is guarded by banshee kites and frightened gold traders from the tunnels in Brooklyn.
8 OR 9 FEET TALL, all cartilage and grizzle, fearful and broken, an unspoken idea too obvious for most to ignore. A whorish "mom", drinking herself to sleep as a FIRST LADY FUCK FEST FORMS in her lady's room at 10 PM, even the female agents show up.
And sister-mom fucks a cushy guy with a pushy aspect, sent to spread peas and turnips and other kosher delights.
Go to sleep poor little muggle-wrap, your ways are ahead.
Only a creature as precious and tall as you can transcend the STAIN and gain some stature as a walnut STALLION ... licking toad blood and promoting SEA-FLOW style frozen Rabbi Shmuley type butt plugs.
Rest silently puddle flower ... your secret is safe with me.
Historians will wrest from the warehouse of TIME your slime dowry and Princess Scruffins, your first cousin, will blend her narrow tree pus with yours - and that next generation will have two rows of teeth and will be 20 feet tall and feed upon the hope of the weak and the innocent.
No one can stop PAPA BLUMP and his legion.
The children will bear the mark for all time.
ZERO HEDGE IZVESTIA STYLE BUTT-TRASH HEADLINES (the best we got): https://zerohedge.com
CULTURE CLUB: https://www.mercurynews.com/2026/04/23/barron-trump-cultural-appropriation-yerba-mate/
MELANOMA: https://www.thedailybeast.com/podcasters-reveal-why-melania-opened-epstein-can-of-worms/
GTFO of the CITIES: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27527
GRAY WHALES: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27521
HHE SCENARIO RELOCATION MAP: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27505
ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27492
How far do you live from a nuclear reactor: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=27483
It’s hard to SECRETLY geoengineer in a war zone: https://www.timesnownews.com/world/middle-east/iran-rain-waterfall-snowing-us-israel-uae-weather-control-us-radar-destroyed-article-154162428
CHOW: https://www.unilad.com/news/us-news/us-navy-war-iran-updates-food-shortages-708134-20260420
REPUBLIC of TIGERS and BEARS!
Might we be BRAVE ENOUGH to found it?
It's gone bad
no time is left
for regret
for the bereft
I bet
if you looked about
you could see the frame
the box
the walnut sofa duplex
filled with silicon phantasms
kids playing too damn much
with video game consoles
while providing no consolation
Murder
mayhem
laziness
an inconsistent
death watch
We can change
rearrange the messaging
the medium can morph
and dwarf
a reticent soul
not boiled or ready
but steady
for ideas
for society
for sobriety
and our world
twirled
down the road
goading the mass
and the tigers roam
and the bear looks on
We can build complexes
metroplex zoo zones
we fill the streets
the malls
the schools
with wild bears and tigers
Humans
no longer fearful
not filled with trepidation
will grasp their hearts
and the start
the breath
the pouncing death
frees our lukewarm spirits
once again
Bears will give chase
and youth with mace
and sword
will battle these beasts
in the streets
and from this will be born
that forlorn next GEN
unwilling to stare
blankly
darkly
at the glowing rectangle again
Tigers ...
Tigers chasing down
the old
the weak
the bleak
the weary
a tragic end indeed
but so much worse than:
cancer
diabetes
hear disease
suicide
homicide
genocide
nuclear war
stripper soup
all of it
melting away
with the angst and dust
so we must
release the tiger
and let that furry beast
have its day
A new republic
from blood and ash
stands taller
braver
ready for any kind of thrash
The last is tossed
the boss is done
the liberty expands
in our tiger-bear lands
Our flag is a bear
and a tiger
tearing an eagle in half
and the parts
no longer sleek
and smart
and nice
are dripping
oozing
to the margins
with no means
no care
a tiger and a bear
still aware
of the blood and dice
It's not bad
for grandpa
and uncle
and dad
It's gone well
for mother
and brother
and CHAD
It's better now
as the sow eats the man
and the tiger
hiding in the woods nearby
stalks some poor family
some meek spirit
and consumes the fear
out of place
a clever device
to save the human race
To save them all
To save the EARTH
To save FREEDOM
A republic of tigers and bears
