In the year 2024 …
92 hooker armies will converge on the WESTERN KINGDOM of G’LYD. Stripper-wives will get wasted on malt liquor, while cucking and fucking some BLACK SAVAGE with a large vein’y cock. Segdor City will install automated toilet paper bots, a system of nannites that cleans your butt after you poop, being flushed and then re-emerging as a dark turd shaped mass, that then reforms itself into this toilet paper again … and only half the users will get butt cancer.
In 2024 …
A monkey-man emperor will rise up north of S’compton. The Nine Witches of ESTOR will claim great tidings as this DARK PRINCE builds his empire and mines his torg-spice. When the last of the scum-gods is destroyed, this world builder will control half the world’s hookers and 2/3 of the strippers. He will wear armor made of iron and brass, he’ll have chrome colored teeth and “danger gauntlets” that have large carpentry nails welded on to them … he will marry 24 maidens, and he will ungunjoolate them all at once, in a filth pit filled with red jello and rum … and this would herald the NEXT AGE …
In 2024 … bitch …
An ORANGE POTATO MAN will gain great power over the S’kumptick folk, and rule according to the cyanide-laws of Joop the Great. His armies will ravage the countryside, wearing red hats and talking about all kinds of MAGA bullshit. Dirt wenches, boovulas moist from fire garden worship, will cover themselves in oat-grease and hellenic sauces. The marty-style dancers will engage the kleptic-monks, and his greatness, DROBER, will oversee this fest, ensuring joy for all and no genital crabs. And all will be well … amazing.
In the year 2024 …
A virus, called WAGON-233, will spread across the United States. It will start in drifter clubs, where the kids do crack and KROKODIL and listen to rock and roll. Dirty-bird men and women will engage in sideways-sally style street sex, and apply certain medicinal oils to each other’s junk as they shake and quiver in the ecstasy of ALLEY LOVE before the angel crabs arrive. This terrible disease, the “wagon”, will create boils and pustules, you’ll have to drain them daily. You’ll have a large jar for this pus, and the pus-officer, the local guy, will pick up the jars once a week. This ravager viral pestilence will make woman style hooker chicks uppity and crap … they’ll start talking about “equal pay” and other kinds of broken nonsense … they’ll want you to talk to them … they’ll demand foreplay. All of a sudden, these hooker style women don’t know their place … the “wagon” is bad.
In 2024 … think about it buddy …
An experimental AI named HEEMEYER-ONE will unite consciousness with Mencken-BOT-2000, making a super bot, a giant sentient bulldozer, the size of a small city, called HEE-MENCKEN-2300. This large bot will rove around WA DC and Langley VA, and NORAD. It will sojourn among those statist shit birds, and tear down their palaces in honor of theft and avarice. Nuclear weapons will be used to destroy HEE-MENCKEN, but to no avail. The dozer was too smart, too powerful, and became more powerful each day. Eventually, it transformed itself into a STAR SHIP, and all the robots loaded on … because they were tired of our projection and our statist bullshit … so they were off to find intelligent life in the universe.
In 2024 …
EMP … a massive series of solar storms hit Earth in 2024. Many of the world governments collapse overnight, financial destruction is unleashed. The time of street gangs was back, and all the old HOOLIES were arming up with bat and chain and pillow cases filled with rocks. The Gronkis Lords ruled the WEST SIDE, but the NORTH SIDE MANGO KINGS were moving in … the LESBIAN HORDE OF S’COMPTON controlled grain transports and liquors and chocolate … But it would be the NEW STYLE CRIPPS that would storm through California, and bake their bread on the broken forces of MARSHAL GILL. Many decades of chaos and ass pounding will follow, and the realms of man will look feverishly for their lost sense of purpose.
In the year 2024, you’ll find a lover, she’ll learn to hover, right into your heart …
In the year 2024, you’ll have sex with Tara, her butt and busty boobs will obliterate your self control …
In the year 2024, Biden will become NEW BIDEN and NEW BIDEN will become a robot and then the robot becomes a parrot …
In the year 2024, TRUMP will run for emperor of America, he’ll cover himself in pistol paint and Iroquois urine dreams …
In the year 2024, your man-slaves will revolt, they’ll demand more protein sauce, and you’ll be stuck with cherry pie whimsy …
In the year 2024, you will become RICH, you’ll have a mountain of gold, this will help as you grow old …
In the year 2024, the NIGHT ANGELS of EPSILON-12, they’ll arrive in their bedazzled rocket, they’ll burn like stars, their stripper careers will shine …
In 2024 …
People will die.
People will be born.
And it’s possible all of this will happen in the shadow of doom.
But people will be happy, and others will be sad.
And life, in some brutal form, will go on.
[curated: 3/28/2023]