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Everyone I meet is just a bundle of heterogeneous compounds, mostly water and urine. Soaked in the pain garden, those random freaks we grant love balance? – do not deserve our chemicals, our water bears, our herpes and crabs.
That woman across the street is just chemicals.
The chemicals in my head whisper to me, discussing the price of RARE EARTHS and other treasures you can sell at a CHING-CHONG CHINESE MEDICINE WITCH CRAFT STORE. You can go there, in EAST ASIA, where the ROUND EYE is despised and the scorn laser is always on HIGH ALERT. These voices talk about OLD MRS GUMBLESON, and how the Chinese restaurant buys street-meat for $5 a pound. For the pigs … if they no see a tattoo in the ground mash, they no ask questions.
WANT THE NEWS: piles of barely organized chemical mushes are killing other piles of chemicals, mushes are converting into other chemicals, the stench is probably horrible …
We can list out these chemicals that make us whore/whole: we can go to Wikipedia to find absolutely solid truth facts about things that could be out there …
There are chemicals in my poop … the bad ones …
On the periodic tables these elements are known as transuranics … yeah … nobody likes trans now.
My fecal matter is primarily made of Neptunium, with fractional amounts of GOZMITRON-544 and TULIP JUICE. I can walk 43 miles for a beer and 25 for a cigarette, I’ll bet my chemical bonds that the the BUTT MERCHANTS of SECTOR-777 will never AGAIN sell SWEDE MEAT to the clown children of Belgium.
I can uncover deeper secrets of nuclear power, if only I allowed the anal probe (colonoscopy): don’t shove that camera up my butt crack unless you intend to let me plow your wife K-POP style, fair?
Some of these great quests must stop before they begin.
If the US GOVERNMENT found OIL in URANUS? – they would carpet bomb your junk.
You are just chemicals bro, sis, human, and here’s the deal: you’re worth about two bucks.
That’s why the words “two bucks” shows up as a phraselet in so many films.
I asked GROK to take my image and describe me, in cartoon, in terms of the proportion of elements that make up the human-g body … and it gets all FAT ALBERT racist on me …
All because of chemicals … and BILL COSBY.
(one of the images looks like I have a Kuato AND glowing eyes)
(touching deez nuts …)
(biting my lower lip as a random BOOMER pushes my poop button with dim mak magic)
My THROCK ZUDSON style 50’ish porn star future is on hold, my chemicals are falling apart and my stool is bloody and green.
I WILL QUIT THE SCENE and let GROK BUDSON, the AI PORN STAR, protect you from now on.