“Dying of a stroke in your sleep is the new American Dream.” – Dr. Freckles
There is no such thing as a “ghost gun” …
“Suicide drone and ghost gun: come from the same place of ignorance.” – Dr. Freckles
Prep work …
“MS Amalga was prep work for the COVID PSYOP.” – Dr. Freckles
It’s what’s for TWITTER …
“Gaslighting: it’s what’s for TWITTER.” – Dr. Freckles
If Ukraine falls …
If Ukraine falls …
The exit-queen DORSTRA will reveal the last moon pie. Serious exploiters of HYDRON-POWER will build their stations and drive away the fergus herders. As evening falls on the first day, the witch of EASTERN GOLD stands tall and opens up her legs to the Druidic raiding parties from Boston.
And then, as DINGAT-BIRDS pick the bones of the dead, a NEW REGIME forms up, drains the rivers and arranges for the prisoner exchange. All of this hangs in the balance, when anal masters have sway, and Kepler priests do wrong all along.
If Ukraine falls …
Telemetric queeb-barons will unleash fire upon the last royal knights of Copenhagen. The Parisian SWAY crowd, partying too loud, will vomit ghost-semen upon the altar of Mort and Brandy. Vlagus, the tunnel caddy, spends his days with abandoned wolf scholars and Nordic brain masons.
After the fire goes out, a maiden army of sweet memory moves on to Warsaw, and a blue screen dandy finds shoes and candy for his woman from Shandy. Not to be outdone, the Devil will burn holes in the sun and the crack will spread leaving harlot dead from the Atlantic to the Caribbean. As if this were not enough, the Bermuda Triangle is opened and a large star cruiser from Ibnis Prime shows up and blasts away all our monster rice.
If Ukraine falls …
Your dog will start to hear voices, messages from the galaxy next door. Your dog will wander the streets, chasing after hookers and pimps, biting feral lip-masters and feeding on the grime and death of the alley. His eyes will be filled with tears when he sees the last cheese factory destroyed by Putin, and the canine clans of Dogistan will join forces and link up in Berlin.
Your cat won’t care …
If Ukraine falls …
Zelensky will move out of his mansion in Florida, back into a nice co-op in Brooklyn. He will marry some dude named Marv and make movies about dolphins that learn how to fly. His bannerman will be sacrificed to the BINGO CROWD in Boca Raton, as scab feeders lurk in the hallways of his diseased mind.
Biden, whichever “BIDEN” we’re discussing, will rally the lesbian blue hair brigade. Armed with bats, and bad temper, they will unleash an assault upon the RUSSIAN ZONE, but then only to be shredded by machine gun fire coming from the Orthodox monks in Brighton Beach. Turtles will swarm MANHATTAN, as the SHARKS from Philly seek mold curry at Old Slim’s Jabber BAR.
And still the cats don’t care.
If Ukraine falls …
A herd of cattle, half black and half red, will stampede through ROME, as the Pope sells cocaine to the lost friars of Grinken Town. Bishop Lorenzo will cast a spell on the Celts in Lombardy, as Milan joins forces with Detroit and the eagle-callers die waiting for milk and corn biscuits. Mushroom singers will move into the upper regions of New York State, and ALEC BALDWIN will be made KING of SARATOGA – offerings are made, young flesh and torn tunic.
As the weeks pass, banshees will be seen in the sky, and the double-flavored crispy-chicken ice cream sandwich will be on sale, at 7/11, for HALF PRICE. Murmur seals are spotted 85 degrees off of Baltimore, with NEXUS ships moving 66% the speed of light towards Jupiter. But really …. that’s only if Ukraine falls.
If Ukraine falls …
Towards the end of the week, a great dark silence will boil out of Ireland. Drinkers and thinkers, from the 4 different pubs, emerge to cast lots for costumes and swords. President Biden, whichever one we’re talking about, will find himself surrounded by his own mistakes – as basket weaving wanderers sink daggers into his dried up and evil old heart.
The SIX CHINESE PRINCES will provide counsel to the next emperor of steel, as the cornered tiger tribes of Istanbul cluster and rampage those sacred places left by the Vikings. And to ADD insult to injury, Yorbid, temperate and kind, honors his battle hardened yeoman, and hears the cry of raven from the citadel.
Neglected pimp-guardians, no longer standing and fighting, sink deeper into those wetlands near the landfill …
And still … as the Ukraine falls, the cats don’t care.
If the Ukraine falls …
Cats will form their first KLUNGET-LEAGUE, and squirrels will join forces with raccoon to create the first true critter alliance. The deer will roam scared, covered in parasites and boils, brains filled with poison and pain. The elk will disappear from the lowlands, and the TRUMPET ROOK will be left with no means of completion, no home far from the sun.
Snails will mate with penguins, and the beetles will run loose upon the sour fields of Eton. Without an army to stop them? – the THIRD CAT LEGION, under the command of Mr Fibbols, will reign in the mouse scoundrels and the corvette-hounds from the wharf.
Endless nights of smoke and illness …
Endless days of burning desire.
Y2K and 9/11
“Follow the paper trail of Y2K bullshit, and you likely end up at 9/11.” – Dr. Freckles