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."
Poor little G1NJRBR3D …
Whatever happened
to poor G1NJRBR3D?
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
He mutters still ...
"whatever happened
to poor
little
G1NJRBR3D ..."
SLENDERMAN: Library Volunteer
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20260624_SLENDERMAN.mp3
Donate: https://www.paypal.com/paypalme/g1njrbr3d
UPDATES:
- still looking for work
- shit still looks too fucked up to talk about
- I think I met SLENDERMAN at the Library
- I am accepting donations again, fuck it … I suck …
- I want to figure out a way to sell my t-shirts
To fight back against SLENDERMAN, hang an egg carton outside …
Alan Greenspan is DEAD (Hamburger is no longer STEAK): https://www.nbcnews.com/news/obituaries/alan-greenspan-economist-longtime-head-federal-reserve-dies-100-rcna42286
DDDD: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28732
EBOLA: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28729
HEAT DEATH: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28725
ALBANIA: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28720
HIKIKOMORI: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=28703
A lonely death …
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
YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DO THAT …
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:
