“Irony of dead internet theory? – you’ll never explain it to anyone.” – Dr. Freckles
I told her …
I told her:
I love you …
I love your butt paste and your whiskey eyes.
I love the pie magnets you keep attached to your boovula flaps and it’s your smile when I shove a banana in your anus that makes me happy.
I love you baby, I want to give you merkin-kids and hank-wagon.
I told her …
We can run away from this madhouse and join the monkey people in India and live WHOLE LIVES eating WHOLE GRAINS and WHOLE CATS.
She smiled, so I followed her back to her place.
When she went inside, I waited for her to turn off the lights …
I was there …
I told her …
As I held that blade to her throat …
That my LOVE PLASMA tasted like strawberry jelly, and that I could give her a bunctous-baby and we could move to the waterfront and eat turtle-crabs.
As tears rolled down her face, she said …
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know”
I told her I loved her …
I grabbed her cottage cheese as, and squeezed one of her butt pimples till it BURST …
She let out a MOAN as I dug deep into her mound and removed the IUD … it was covered in scabs and dead embryos …
I said … “I love you baby, forever, chuggs”
I said to her …
“You are my SKY HONEY, I’ll give you money and my CREAM CHEESE and you’ll bear me a CHILD of great power and majesty …”
And then she slapped me …
I followed her back to the condo, I watched as she massaged her boovula … she did not see, ever, again …
My mind blended with her orgiastic ecstasy …
Our bed sheet paradise arrives dead for the world …
That’s all I could say …
You know?
I said to her …
“We can move to the country.”
She said to me …
“My heart is worn stone.”
I said to her:
“Your body is my joy-tool.”
She said to me …
“Your mind is a broken scattered thing.”
We went to the pool to bang out a kid, and the hoi polloi watched in shock.
I told her:
“Make me a bunion butt sandwich.”
She said to me …
“Your eyes mean fear and your hands are covered in walnut oil.”
We took turns sniffing glue with the old lady across the way, Old Miss Fruffles who sells babies to the Mexicans.
No one has anything bad to say.
The ten-glow ANIME princess spreads her wings,
as goddess parts drop from the sky,
mustard willow,
brook melody,
Georgian Monks,
hurtling old dead kindred,
are gone and we are nearing TORN-SKULL,
and the Foygen-Lords achieve great credit scores,
adding the whore tag,
busted leg.
DISAPPOINTMENT, DISILLUSIONMENT …
This is not a complete list:
- Boys’ Life Hovercraft
- Sea Monkeys
- Battle of the Network Stars
- Geraldo Rivera’s: Al Capone’s lost vault
- Bill of Rights
- VEGAS
- CARNIVAL FISH
- SPACE
Nature’s woman …
“The porcupine is nature’s woman.” – Dr. Freckles
ZIONISTS care MORE …
“Zionists care more about their victim status than people do.” – Dr. Freckles
VEGAS …
IMHO: Vegas is mainly a product of and used by the DEEP STATE … it’s ascendance coincides not just with the mafia moving WEST but also with the creation of the CIA.
However, logistically VEGAS is now a dead end …
Vegas is like …
- the MALL
- video game arcades
- VHS
- traveling to the Moon
- like AOL or MySpace
- Freedom of Speech
it’s over, it’s never happening again after this, get OUT while you can
PACIFIERS …
NOT BUILT TO LAST
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THE NEWS: is crap
FACE FULL of COCAINE: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=22482
LOVE in DISGUISE: https://planetarystatusreport.com/?p=22475
A face full of cocaine …
“A face FULL of cocaine is the bright side now.” – Dr. Freckles
