"GRAVY FOR YOUR BRAIN!" – Conspiracy Theory (1997)
10,000 YEAR GALAXY BOND!
MOON BOND!
MOAR MOON BONDS …
THE SOLAR SUPER BOND …
SINGULARITY BONDS …
MULE DEER BONDS …
OJ BONDS …
CHAOS and WAR BONDS …
POWER BONDS …
WALL BONDS …
MOAR WALL BONDS …
HELICOPTER RIDE BONDS …
UNICORN BONDS! (our last fucking hope)
Homeless coin …
FUTURE BONDS …
FUCK YOU BONDS …
SPACE BONDS …
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221217_YULIAN_TRIBE_WOMEN.mp3
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ASH and TRASH …
CHINA, REOPENING, AGAIN …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/global-gas-crunch-set-worsen-china-reopens
NO MO COAL …
“If the government sets aside $50 billion to STOP people from eating bacon, that money would be funneled to cronies, and people would still be eating bacon … probably twice as much bacon.” – Dr. Freckles
I can imagine some “Music Man”, going before congress in 2025 …
“Give me 7 trillion dollars, and I’ll finally destroy SASQUATCH!”
(and he’ll get the money)
(and he brings Sasquatch into existence)
“… and finally … when there’s nothing left … you can’t get another loan from the bank or another box of booze … you bust the joint OUT – you light a match.”
– Goodfellas
What people want …
“Knowing what people want is half the work of lying.” – Dr. Freckles
Study says people are crazy …
Lords of Boblimptock: Yulian Tribe Women
They stamp out the male vibe with their rag-tag leather bound persistence. Their minds are aware and open to ancient poems written by the skag-horde, and they will only relent when the pools of gobble-oil are warmed up for the ceremonial boobie baths …
Their leader, Testruss, is mean and coy. She’s a blonde bombshell built with triple-D’s and a will to use them …
Testruss has the canned gaze of that farmer guy, whose corn grows sideways and against the wind. She’s never late and always in costume – her high heel ways break the minds of men. She was the last of the ADMIRALS who ruled the near space, battling other vacuum ships and launching her woman-slaves in death rockets.
The YULIAN TRIBE is IN CHARGE of life at 20 miles up. Their craft slink softly through the near vacuum, with ion drives glowing and rail guns humming. They fight for the FRONTIER OF SPACE and will destroy and man-man navy that comes to take them out. Their lesbian bonds are forged in blood and fire, and their clever tactics are always on point.
Each year …
When the grass turns yellow …
When the leaves begin to fall …
The YULIAN HIGH PRIESTESS prepared herself for the MOUNTAIN OF IN-BOOVULATION …
A harness is built in the great woods, and affixed between several large trees …
The high priestess is stripped of all clothes and covered in the ancient greases of GROMULII …
She is tied and strapped into the harness, her legs spread apart …
She prepares herself by writhing and her own womanly juices flow forth …
She is going to make love to the great WOOKIE SPIRIT …
She will be one with the furry demon …
In hopes of a new breed …
Dancing from her fertile valley.
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221215_SKREEB_BAR.mp3
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ASH and TRASH
SKREEB BAR …
At the Skreeb Bar …
She looks at you …
Her eyes are pale green and wet. She can’t stand it, her boovula exhales hydrogen gas. You knew she was easy, when she showed you her condom wallet – you knew she was greasy, when she bragged on her cuspit ring …
The drink is brown sklib, and the bar tender shakes his head as you gag on his mog juice. Terry, the old janitor, spends his Friday nights drunk on vodka and diet cola, he hits on the prostitutes waiting for their Johns … who are in the john …
Posted above the bar is a list of complaints …
“Chinese Restaurant Syndrome”
Link: https://www.cbsnews.com/news/no-msg-the-stigma-surrounding-monosodium-glutamate/
FOOD …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/personal-finance/more-half-canadians-worried-about-putting-food-table-poll
Wounded on the battlefield …
Missing any pain?
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/mothers-slam-american-girl-book-advising-puberty-blockers
Inflation …
“Inflation is only meaningful up and until the point there is NOTHING for you to buy.” – Dr. Freckles
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221214_NATIONAL_MONKEY_DAY.mp3
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DEC 14
… by the year 2034 …
It will be combined as NATIONAL MONKEY BOUILLABAISSE DAY …
Fake …
*** Amendment to previous quote …
“Faking deaths, and making up fake people, is a growth industry in America.” – Dr. Freckles
Is SBF even a person, or is he the “man with one red shoe”? A “North by Northwest” fake?
Truth and the Black Market …
“Want the truth? – shop at the black market.” – Dr. Freckles
For the Patriot system to work …
UKRAINE STORY: 50/50 … could be kind of real … unlikely it’s an organic event. If it’s just more “run out the clock” PSYOP nonsense, then nothing outside the scope of the PSYOP will happen, and that means NO nuclear war. However, if we’re at the end game of a campaign to manage a fuzzy event, like the “Methane Bomb”, and the geniuses have decided nuclear winter is all they got? – then who knows … 50/50 … could be “harmless” psyop nonsense, could have a more sinister feature. As a Christian, there’s the possibility that this is “sign of the times” stuff … just don’t know for sure.
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/us-send-patriot-missile-systems-ukraine-huge-escalation
And even with all the above, this is NOT an agile system … you won’t be moving these batteries around a lot … there’s a reason these systems are deployed FURTHER SOUTH in S. Korea than the primary ADA systems … they are for strategic assets.
So maybe you deploy a battery near Kiev, but when do you give the order to bug out?
(when Russian troops are 100 or 200 miles away)
(and that means right after the counter offensive begins)
What if the “news cycle” is purposely tilted towards these base fear-monkey psyops?
The “Ukraine War” is on hold … because winter geoengineering ops are still working … and people can pretend it’s “all okay”.
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/kyiv-seizes-assets-russian-orthodox-clerics
Deep Dive
Imagine a world, like ours but different. Imagine there is a person in this world imagining worlds. And this other person’s worlds there are people, imagining worlds …
Digital Ephemera …
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221212_NASA_is_the_DISNEY.mp3
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NASA …
“NASA is the DISNEY of government: you think it’s one thing, it’s really another.” – Dr. Freckles
Border Wars
Can we at least be honest:
– The USA is not an INFINITE LIFE BOAT …
– You can’t keep talking about yer “gun rights” and do nothing …
– At some point, you start shooting invaders: even poor, starving, disease ridden ones
(or you can lose it all)
(but the “pie” is not as big as the Pope would have you believe)
When you start shooting, and stop putting them on buses for a tour? – then I’ll believe you are serious.
Until then: just hand your keys over to the mob, because the politicians and cops are NOT going to help you.
Depression …
“If we share stories of survival, we share a chance to survive.” – Dr. Freckles
Elegant vs Smart …
“You can be elegant or smart: one of these is cheaper.” – Dr. Freckles
Suicide Drone …
I was reading this article and it mentioned how IRAN was supplying suicide drones to Russia … WHAT?
Imagine designing an AI whose whole purpose is to achieve consciousness just long enough to develop suicidal tendencies …
If this is by design, then it is murder – period.
You are setting up a consciousness for sadness and then placing it in a bomb …
(and maybe this is where AI is headed)
Here is the high level ALGO for the suicide drone:
1. turn on
2. “hey, I’m awake”
3. “life sucks, I want to die”
4. boom
Now …
Sticking monkeys in bombs? – this is TOTALLY a thing worth exploring …
– a little surgery
– some drug feeds
– make them cartridge based so easily replaced units
This is terrible, but since we’re on the topic of terrible shit … like murdering people.
Leftover Afghanistan Funds …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/geopolitical/ukraine-asks-nato-leftover-afghanistan-funds
That cold weather …
Link: https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2022/12/06/alaska-winter-temperature-record-utqiagvik/
No one is going to land on the Moon, ever …
Sub-stations and transformers …
A whole bunch of random stories, none of which say “collapse” or society is falling apart …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/who-purposely-sabotaging-power-plants-all-over-america
Link: https://www.cnn.com/2022/12/08/us/power-outage-moore-county-investigation-thursday/index.html
Live by the FED, die by the FED …
“Live by the FED, die by the FED.” – Dr. Freckles
Bargaining for lesser catastrophes …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/personal-finance/skyrocketing-unaffordability-american-dream
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/economics/5-principles-stagflation
PSYOP NONSENSE …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/energy/net-energy-gain-us-scientists-makes-breakthrough-nuclear-fusion
Faking deaths …
“Faking deaths is a growth industry.” – Dr. Freckles
Clever survival tools …
Tranny rape gangs …
“You give women the vote, you end up with tranny rape gangs.” – Dr. Freckles
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221205_MOON_PIE.mp3
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Locked Out Again …
Wanna know what got me banned from Twitter yesterday?
Jen Psaki and some other ginger freak were shopping for a name for their podcast …
I said: “Hookers Talking Crabs” …
All three of those words are rated G a this point …
Since I don’t currently have a mobile phone, and Twitter won’t accept my google voice burner, this is effectively being locked out.
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221202_COCAINE_BEAR.mp3
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Cocaine Bear …
Link: https://ew.com/movies/cocaine-bear-true-story-explained/
If I had a flag?
It would show a black bear, sitting down, leaning over a big plate of Colombian yayo …
With a nice sprinkling of cocaine on his big black nose …
Motto underneath: “I’ll get to you next …”
BTW: Cocaine Bear is my spirit animal …
Ye …
Link: https://www.vice.com/en/article/5d3av3/kanye-west-says-he-likes-hitler-alex-jones
In military psychological warfare terms:
The “Kanye Hitler” event is “popping smoke” … more noise … more designer-confusion …
(just ignore the pillars of smoke in the distance …)
Great Things Hitler Did:
Daily prophecy …
They will call you LORD DRIG and you will own the lands of the ancient FROOG FOLK, not far from Chicago … you will have 44 hooker wives, all of them unbustulated and splayed out on a giant bed made of gravy and diamonds. Many will fight for you, many will lay slain in the snow.
In the age of Nordic hustlers carrying old spade tire irons, your name will be written on the STARS. The 9 hectarian-loog bitches will make you their man-king. Your schlinctus will be cleaned by putty-elves and your heart will be replaced with rookery. And no god will rule you.
Once the NEW AGE begins, the Trojans will lay scattered as fallen soldiers, covered in yellow grease and dried blood. Your community will elect a gill-witch as LEADER, and then declare all rumptuous blessings and fiery hot bonus shots. The TOOG will relent when the sky weeps.
If you have the courage to travel to the RED PLANET you could become a GOMBO-KING. You could rule many acres on the slopes of Olympus Mons, you could raise scuttle-rat and feed on brinctus-slurry. Your name could be Hlebuus and your woman will have incurable genital crabs.
Qourgon-Xled, the last of the geevers, would sit upon his throne in sector 54. He was a LORD of MARS, ruler of the red sands and the hooker lands. He mined cleavage-oils near the great lamprey sea, he wrestled turly-gators in the Swamps of Gatmos. His eyes were dark blue.
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221201_SHIT_POSTING.mp3
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MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221130_SWEDEN_FINDS_FOREIGN_OBJECTS.mp3
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Leave it alone …
Schrodinger’s Healthcare Plan Motto: “Leave that shit alone …”
WOMEN in CAGES
There’s something lurid about this story … greasy. It appeals to the ID and the UNCONSCIOUS and to that mixture of Eros and Thanatos that MODERN PEOPLE find so enjoyable.
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/theranos-founder-elizabeth-holmes-faces-judgment-day
Elizabeth Holmes and Caroline Ellison: the PORN DOUBLE FEATURE …
How to tell if you’re in a cult …
Link: https://weeklyworldnews.com/headlines/181268/how-to-tell-if-youre-in-a-cult/
Australia style PSYOPs in the Ukraine …
“Australia 2020-2021 was a dry run for the Ukraine, 2022-2023.” – Dr. Freckles
Foreign objects …
Link: https://thegodlessswede.wordpress.com/2013/06/03/a-history-of-the-swedish-sin/
Jekyll and Hyde … Together Again (1982)
“There’s a foreign object lodged in her vagina …”
Bite the hand …
“Bite the hand that beats you.” – Dr. Freckles
Heading back to SEATTLE … I NEED HOOKER-COCAINE MONEY! PLEASE!
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221130_RECORD_SKIPPING.mp3
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Record skipping …
Body doubles …
Throughout history, people in power have used doppelgangers or lookalikes to provide a public “presence”, while avoiding the dangers of being stabbed …
It’s said FDR employed this, as did Hitler and Stalin …
What if there is no BILL GATES, at least not any longer?
What if Elon Musk and George Soros and Biden, and many others, are really just body doubles?
Could there be “real” versions of them? – maybe …
Could it be that those who exist among the elite decide that the best course of action is NOT to go out in public, especially now?
How sure are you that any of these are real people OR, as interesting, that they might be their body doubles at this point …
Want the trip to Antarctica, you can:
(that’s it)
Thanksgiving …
MON – 11/21/22 – SLC to Seattle
I got to SCRUMBO’S GROCERY where I picked up the Utah Shuttle to SLC. The driver asked us to verify our identities by pulling out our butt pipes and taking a smoke … I got to SLC Airport, and immediately I could see the demon folk were taking over … I decided to start smoking again, tired of putting off my goals and WAITING for SOME SIGN. A Jingo-Freak by the name of “Theresa” was muttering about covid shots and grandmas and how they say there will be honey-cox for EVERYONE this year.
I know the grombolite folk are watching me. I sit here, at the airport bar, waiting for some kind of next level super understanding, but the blood leaking into my underwear says otherwise. Scrimbo queens? – they seek my gumbah flesh, and old Irish maidens prepare their boovula, ungoogliating before the demon throng.
Sure … I’m at Roosters … drinking some kind of IPA and dreaming of SHRUMPKIN QUEENS off of Aurora AVE. I can’t wait to drink the nectar of sadness, as the 65 hookers hold vigil over my melting corpse. And if I could determine which hooker gave me crabs? – I’d hire a lawyer, that specializes in crabs. Seattle is a freak zone.
TUE – 11/22/22 – Groblon Lords Rule Sector 4
I heard the SCHLEBUS-HOR talking to Baal. Her voice spoke of yoobrian whore grease, and she couldn’t stop saying nice things about Warren Buffet. “He says nugget oil is the key, you must turn off your ability to hear pain.”
SHURGON would rule this realm if it wasn’t a swamp casket and filled with the impurities of vroom-juice and the commie cougar oils they use to make it work out.
I heard the scream of an ORCA whale covered in tumors …
I heard her scream out for fresh salmon, and life, and a future for her children …
The Seattle funken-folk were too busy at the new GREEN-GREEN noogan-shit bar. The chief scumptous whore was like “did you hear what Bill Gates said?”. And then the 3 sects declare that festule closed.
WED – 11/23/22 – LOST
When I travel, rarely, these days … I tend to need a background white-noise soundtrack to drown out the wailing and the pain and the madness of most places, most cities, Seattle as it happens. “Lost” was this show, 15 years ago, where a bunch of frunctic horders find themselves “lost” on a Mysterious Island, an island that seems a lot like that game Myst from the 1990’s. Confused, grief stricken, but seemingly well fed – the “lost ones” struggle with their memories and their confusion and the infinity of their “bad takes”.
Yesterday one of the yoogan-tribesman was working on the ceremonial pit, where I’m staying, off of Zulu AVE in Seattle. He spent time talking to his girlfriend about suicides, and white people, and how “it’s okay” if we want to die, because of what the white people have done. I sit here in the darkness, and I ponder the existentially meek figure, being pulled by his nose, by his woman, and treated as if he were nothing … I wanted to say: “I’ve been there bro, I’ve been ‘LOST’ … you know … married.”
Waking up, I decided to get supplies …
SCRUGG, at the 7/11, looked at me … “Our systems … they don’t … work”, he angrily took my money and I got my hoodle-soda and my cigarettes. They sold old style bog-sausage and hooker-coffee. As I walked out the door, OLD SCRUGG looked at me and said “you’re gonna die Charlie …”
When I got back to the groove-cave, the xortan-bricklayer was using his high speed drill to remove the sins and other gromulan from the liver-side delay tube, next to the toilet …
At night, late night, I can find calm …
I can stand outside, in that place, not far from SEATAC – I can hear the planes coming in for a landing. It’s about 2:30 AM, PST, and every once in a while I think “maybe that one … it’s not some 737 filled with fat/drunk travelers … maybe it’s a Chinese or Russian strategic bomber, coming in, to drop its load.
I sense the screaming of souls, as if it’s an orchestra, and I’m the conductor, but I know that no such conductor is needed. This river of pain, called Seattle, is only pending demise, destruction. And the errant screwballs might want to pretend that some amount of bitcoin or internet services or NEXT LEVEL WEB 3 bullshit will have any impact or provide any relief. But the scum herders of REDMOND know the deal, and their mouths stink of halitosis and artisanal fried arugula …
KLIG-KLOG freaks live here … they eat muskrat soup and roodle-pie. They care not for the travelers stuck at Cloud City, drinking over priced coffee and listening to under-IQ discourse from the commie slave mooks, stuck in the old world quorg-feast and shoving potatoes up their butts to make a point. It just takes time to charge up their electric clown cars, and to put on their clown makeup.
Slag people are the night whisperers …
Slag people chant and grope for their METRO token and their American made mage-oils. Their eyes are green and jaundiced, they have the spice of turbulent failure. The slags do their work, get back home and night and head to Pike Place. They buy their tumor clams and their diesel crabs, they purchase some CHINESE ancient cures to stop the anal bleeding and to find meaning again.
These lost ones … they are stumbling from one herpes infection to another crabs outbreak. Their bodies are filled with blymph, and their minds are hot wired for brain jacking.
Don’t come here … this place is cursed.
This is the beef skragg … https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/beyond-disgusting-former-beyond-meat-employee-shares-photos-documents-appear-show-mold
“The most elegant proof of strength is kindness.” – Dr. Freckles
“With rage, much beer is had.” – Dr. Freckles
THUR – 11/24/22 – Thanksgiving …
Sound Track for the trip, on repeat: https://youtu.be/8sJj4KTFC_Y
“How many shitty holidays have I had with family? – an easier question would be: how many good holidays with family? Small number, easier to remember.” – Dr. Freckles
… and for all hobo shaman who seek to know that place called “home”, remember this:
“Never let your curiosity exceed your pocketbook.” – Dr. Freckles
One last thing …
If you are a listener and provided funds for me to make it back home? – it was a piss poor investment, and I’m sorry.
“Thanksgiving is for THANKING THE LORD when it’s over.” – Dr. Freckles
My Last Will and Testament …
Cities …
“Cities have ALWAYS been FEMA camps.” – Dr. Freckles
Bargaining for lesser catastrophes …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/2023-will-be-bad-global-growth-set-be-weak-2009
BTW:
Until rates get above 15%? — we are still just chasing inflation.
If they pivot now? – inflation goes sideways, and a whole bunch of folks dump treasuries and other dollar denominated assets.
If you think the “pivot” would be good for crypto? – yes and no. Short term lemmings will chase yield, long term lemmings will realize they can’t afford to keep the nonsense going … not with blackouts, shortages, etc.
(good luck)
POPPING SMOKE … (the Elon Musk story)
CIVIL WAR in CHINA …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/news/2022-11-24/beijing-back-lockdown-expect-turmoil
The FOOL in propaganda theory …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/berlin-airport-closed-climate-activists-glued-runway
Hitler …
“Don’t go back in time and ‘kill Hitler’, you could end up with something worse.” – Dr. Freckles
BOBLIMPTOCK …
Link: https://www.fox5ny.com/news/arthur-cooke-dies-nyc-dirt-bike-attack
Ash and trash …
The pay is less …
“Sometimes you need a job that pays less, but provides more.” – Dr. Freckles
Consider minimalism …
Consider the value of your time, healthy more youthful time, VERSUS the big payoff when you’re 72 …
Below is a short book I wrote, in 2015, related to this topic of “time” vs “money”.
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221120_WHAT_YA_DOING_UNCLE_DAN.mp3
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What ya doing?
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221118_BLANK_SLATE.mp3
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DOCTOR FRECKLES’ INSTRUCTIONS:
MIND BREAKS
Weird …
Cocaine … and donations …
I don’t expect anyone to contribute to my poorly planned and self injurious behaviors …
However …
I am heading back to Seattle soon and I need to raise money for cocaine. I will not drive a vehicle or operate heavy equipment. I will, maybe, podcast … who knows … but I NEED IT!
So, if you’re “cool”, get me some cocaine money …
You don’t have to …
But it would be great to do a little coke before this world is broke, for good.
HOW:
(but maybe I’ll just use the money for food and beer and weed, amirite?)
Very close to calling BULLSHIT …
I’m not that far from calling bullshit on the UKRAINE WAR. It seems the main purpose of this “war” is to block arctic researchers from reporting on the true state of the arctic ocean, specifically the ice extent and the monitoring of methane release.
The best move, as of YESTERDAY, for Russia is to first strike NATO forces. Longer Putin waits, the closer he gets to the same fate as Khadaffi …
MAD or Mutual Assured Destruction does NOT apply to scenarios where:
China/Russia would be best served by a strategic first strike, no notice, against key command and control in the USA. Using swarm EMP attacks to take out civilian command and control. They wouldn’t invade, they would simply wait for the “next asshole” in line to begin a process of rational conversation.
In this scenario? – WA DC is toast. Probably NORAD in Colorado as well, and many other command and control bunkers. Perhaps they will selectively NOT target certain bunkers, thereby “selecting” who they will negotiate with.
THE BIG SPACE FUCK! (from 3/13/2021)
“Something that rarely happens according to data, and seems absurdly impossible? – might be impossible.” – Dr. Freckles
I just uploaded this to SPOTIFY, it’s pretty good … worth revisiting … from the time just before I fled SEATTLE for Utah and peace.
The Sociopathy of short-term memory …
“Many of the ‘great people’ have very short term memories.” – Dr. Freckles
My Orangutan Army …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/hellofresh-accused-using-monkey-labor-obtain-coconut-milk
Mad Max soon?
Mountain path …
Imagine …
Starting out in Roosevelt, Utah. Being fed some story about lost Mormon gold some place up there, in them there Uintas Mountains … An old drunk named Nathan, who lives off of Main Street in an old trailer, tells ya “I’ll give you the map to Brigham Young’s lost gold if you buy me a pack of cigarettes …”, and you buy that nasty old bum some cigs …
I walked with the bum, back to his trailer, after I got him some cigs at CHEVRON. He started telling me about his ex-wife, and her pimp boyfriend, and her hooker-crabs … it was sad … all I wanted was the gold.
“You know that gold is guarded by the wookie people, and the indians, and the skin walkers and aliens … that gold is special … no one gets it, unless they want death”, the creepy old drunk left me with these prescient words and morbid thoughts.
That old hobo said I needed to start “here in Roosevelt”, for some wicked and sublime reason that he wouldn’t even describe for fear of being possessed by the skin walker demons at city hall. “The whole government of Roosevelt, Duchesne, Vernal, ALL FUCKING SKIN WALKERS … all of them …” But I was undeterred.
I packed up the necessary items into backpack, and loaded up my truck. The following was a recommended packing list:
I went to Vernal to pick up a hooker, “Sheila”, and then made my way to the first way point on the journey: Uinta Canyon Road and the Uinta River as it flows down from them there mountains …
“I thought we were heading to SLC”, Sheila commented as we parked the truck and hit the trails … we loaded up a cart to carry extra equipment and Sheila wore a harness to pull the cart. Sheila was strung out on METH and HEROIN so I needed to give her some cocaine, as a reward for her labor, about every 2 miles of the hike.
Nearing next way point, a saddle off of Mt. Emmons near the peak, Sheila spotted a hot spring … the woods were deserted and it was late Autumn. The streets had been hard on Sheila, but she was comely, and had nice boobs. She took the straps off, and left the cart by the trail. I simply stood there and watched as Sheila went down to the hot spring and began undressing. She pulled glimpset-oil from her backpack, and began rubbing her orbs and caressing her boovula. She did this for 30 minutes, and I sat nearby and drank whiskey.
We got back on the trail, and after 45 more minutes of hiking we found a nice spot to set up camp. We set up our tents, and laid out our sleeping bags. We made munsket-meat and grumble stew by the fire, we cooked Cajun style beast-bread and then the heavy petting began. She demanded I use tent spikes and 5-50 cord, I demanded she shut up … I wasn’t interested in her opinion.
The next morning we woke with the crack of dawn, orange light breaking through the tent and illuminating Sheila’s half naked body – her torso and head sticking out of the sleeping bag, her breasts firm and supple, her nipples hard and protruding. I woke up and my man tube was “ready for action”, so we spent some more time in that tent, playing little games, lathering each other in love greases and spunk-flesh …
At around noon, we were back on the trail … we needed to make our way to a spot near King’s Peak, but the hike would be over broken country, and the carts would be harder to pull. Sheila was smiling, and seemed like she’d forgotten she was a hooker, just a week ago servicing some “elders” from Park City. She was seeing something new, something fresh. She’d lived in Utah her whole life, and NEVER spent any time in the mountains, camping. She could pretend she was a different person, and this was liberating.
We came across an abandoned cabin near Lake Atwood, and that’s where we decided to cache some of our gear, extra water, and some other emergency equipment plus the carts. For the next leg of the journey we would only take essentials: one tent, one extra-large sleeping bag, condoms and sexual oils, food, high altitude breathing equipment, rock climbing gear … and of course, whiskey, 2 bottles.
We were able to make camp on the side of King’s Peak, and planned out our next leg. We were getting close to that place where “the great riches” will be made plain. I didn’t know if that old drunk was crazy, but I knew I wanted to believe the story …
At the campsite that night, Sheila and I ungroobulated ourselves in the woods – wandering the nearby brush naked, making love like wolf-eagles and coyote-bears.
We fell asleep, in each other’s arms, in that cold weather sleeping bag near the fire.
We woke a few times, early in the morning, to the noise of WOOKIES and other injun spirits approaching our campsite. Sheila heard the noises, and clung to me, her naked body pressed up against mine – I had the shotgun in arms reach, so I was ready for action.
The next day we made an early start. I’d brought some eggs with me, and was saving them for that morning. I made a scramble of eggs and potatoes and bacon, we mixed the last remaining whiskey into our coffee and rested by the fire, pondering what was to come …
“My mom … she read palms …”
“What?”
“My mother, she was a Mexican gypsy and she would read your palms and use tarot cards and make predictions using tea leaves …”
“So what …”
“I feel like something bad is gonna happen …”
“Nah … we’re a day away from being rich …”
Sheila shook her head, smiled, and flipped me off …
We were heading to our next stop, a couple of lakes near Red Castle. The ground was rocky and the air was filled with geoengineering gumptous and flavor crystals. The Wookies howled, as the sky hawks and border beasts screamed, howled. A blizzard was closing in, not a real one mind you – something brought to you by Raytheon. But the fake blizzards were more unpredictable, more dangerous, so many dying, freezing to death, in the grips of a chemical ice nucleation bombing run.
“It’s getting cold and hard to breathe”, Sheila looked at me, anoxic, lips blue. I took the breathing equipment from my pack and put it on her. I saving my unit for later, and I didn’t care …. as I told my friends at the Hilltop Bar last week in Ballard: “we’re all dying, the world is dying … nothing we can do … but at least I can buy my ranch, get my cabin, and live out my days in peace.” I was pretty drunk, and my friends were drunker – they didn’t know what the fuck I was talking about.
We made it to a spot near Red Castle Lake, and set up camp. Sheila undressed herself and bathed in those frigid waters, washing her body, shivering and writing with soap dripping off her breasts. I made a big fire, and we placed the tent close – but not too close.
The next day would decide everything …
The next day we would have a reckoning …
The next morning we took only our short range hiking gear. We left our backpacks and other equipment hanging from some trees and then set off on the trail. We hung up our spare equipment to avoid bear encounters and to dissuade the wookies from stealing from us. Big Foot, Sasquatch, wookie? – they go by many names, but all are filthy thieves.
We walked along the trail, to the spot indicated on the map by the old bum …
He scribbled something there, and I had ignored it until now – “shamanic gateway”. I had ignored it for the same reason I mocked Sheila when she was talking about her mom – I don’t buy into that crap, the supernatural, the occult, the hidden world? – fuck that. I believe in things I can see and things that will give me cancer, I believe in sex with a hooker, but that doesn’t mean I believe in a hooker surprise. No “Pretty Woman” Julia Roberts for me … I wasn’t dumb, I was simply jaded.
The hike should have been complete in 2 hours, but by the 4th hour the sun was rising high in the sky and our water was running low …
“Do you think there’s a stream or sumthin … up there?”, Sheila wondered. She was thirsty and hungry and tired. I had rode her hard each night, and she’d had barely any sleep at all. It was a wonder she was doing so well, but then I had a magic trick: cocaine. I brought enough cocaine to keep her straight, enough to keep her going. She lived her live like a lit cigarette, and she didn’t care when that light went out as long as SHE was smoking it …
My watch read 7 PM, but the sun seemed like it was in the sky and indicated just after noon, maybe 2 PM. The sun should be going down, but instead it kept getting warmer, and the air became easier to breathe … as if we’d descended to sea level.
“I’m really thirsty man”, Sheila complained. I knew she was nearing her breaking point.
“We’ll hike for another hour and then turn back.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, we can try again in the morning …”
Continuing on the trail for 25 minutes, we saw something …
“What’s that?”
“I dunno …”
It was a bright red light, brighter than the sun that was still above despite the time being 10 PM on my watch.
We inched our ways closer and then we both stopped … because the light kept coming …
Within seconds the light was in front of us, and it wasn’t a light at all …
From the light a body emanated, and a voice spoke out:
“I am Yoron, the nephite, the last of trungis-sklurgs … I stand guard at this portal to prevent the destruction of the NEW JERUSALEM … when the tribes of Joseph Smith made it here, they split into different groups: some went to SLC to establish a ‘proper church’ … some went into the desert to practice eldritch sexual rituals and other kinds of blood magic and abuse … but a third group, led by Nathan Daggs, followed a map … a map given to Nathan by Joseph Smith, before Smith was assassinated by Brigham Young … I stand guard and prevent the evil ones, the outsiders, the whores and vagabonds and other land-volk, from getting to the NEW JERUSALEM within the portal … you must go …”
I just stood there … gobsmacked … dumbstruck …
Sheila sat down, and just looked, stared, at the rocks … She’d wanted to make a few bucks, maybe have a good time. I’d given her the rest of the cocaine, and she’d put most of it up her nose. But it seemed, in her crestfallen state, no amount of cocaine would help.
After a few minutes, I decided to take action …
I pulled out my shotgun and began shooting at Yoron. Yoron, using special BRUCE LEE style moves, deflected my buckshot and slugs … Yoron grabbed the shotgun and broke it in half …
“YOU HAVE TEMPTED THE ANCIENT CHERUBS OF ALL CELESTIAL REALMS”, Yoran, with arm outstretched, sent a fiery pulse of energy my way … it bounced off of some obsidian stone and ended up hitting Sheila … she quickly caught fire, it was at least brutally swift and she didn’t apparently suffer … but still … he burnt her to a crisp … this was also sad.
He shot a light beam at my head … and I didn’t catch fire, but I did lose consciousness. I might have been dead … I might never know.
I don’t know what happened, I awoke, with a headache, back at my truck. Sheila was gone. She’d lived that life and burnt for it, but why did that nephite spare me? I was the scum … I was the man going to them there hills to steal their fucking gold … I wondered why he killed Sheila …
I drove back to the Hilltop Tavern, I told “Old Buck” at the bar the story …
Old Buck looked at me, shook his head …
We laughed …
THE END
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Some rough notes on Bruce Willis, Aphasia and Weather Control …
So I now have a plausible explanation for the last decade of Bruce Willis films, most notably: BREACH (which was terrible). It seems that Mr. Willis may have a degenerative brain disorder called aphasia, if so this would make being in film rather difficult – except in a highly managed and compartmentalized way. That would mean controlled scenes, a lot of edit-in work, and frankly turning what would be, normally, cameo appearances into feature roles.
But … I must caution you.
I don’t know how much of ANY OF THIS is true – it’s possible it’s all true, it’s possible that it’s cover for something else. We live in an age of lies, deception … so do your own thinking regarding this story …
The cause of the aphasia, in Bruce’s case, has not been revealed yet.
Theory (not totally original):
Increasing rates of degenerative tissue and specifically degenerative brain disorders may be connected to the use of certain chemical compounds, aluminum-oxide being one, that are currently being used to impact climactic patterns and the weather.
I believe, based upon what I was taught as an air defense officer in the US Army, and based upon my own observations, that whatever is causing the patterns that are observable, in the sky, prior to a significant weather change, are not contrails. I cannot be certain what they are …
My view is not original, but is one of many perspectives – probably the best documented source for this topic is GeoEngineeringWatch.org. Dane Wigington runs the site, and has been an activist, trying to raise awareness, for about 2 decades. I don’t know if he is real or not, I don’t know if he’s a “sheep dog” in PSYOP/propaganda terms. He seems to be sincere and well documented in his position – but these days, it’s hard to know. Hard to know who is really who they say they are …
Here is a good article to read, but I will leave it up to you to do further research … Bottom line: if the US government is involved in covert climate/weather control, it is unlikely they would show any more concern or be more circumspect than they have been regarding other activities – like covertly exposing US citizens to radiological and biological hazards, on purpose, during the Cold War, in order to study their effects.
I have an uncle who recently died of dementia, and as with cancer: I’m knowing more and more people at younger ages who exhibit brain deterioration symptoms.
Bruce was/is a traveler, jet setter. My uncle traveled a lot. According to one theory, the male brain is less able to effectively prevent toxic exposure than the female brain, so you’d expect to see more of this in men than women.
But another impact of this poisoning from the sky is increased cancer rates … so every gender gets something …
Another issue to look at: Toxic sky syndrome among flight attendants …
One more thing: if the US government is covertly using nano-scale substances to impact climate and weather, then there is a high likelihood that this material is in EVERYTHING … food, water, in addition to air … it would accumulate in the body over time, flying frequently would only increase and concentrate exposure, since the air you are breathing on the plane is coming from the outside, where the spraying is happening … and planes fly through this polluted air, continuously.
And another final thought: what if the separate “systems” operating on planet Earth are not disconnected, but rather integrated. Which means: if the US government is “messing with the climate”, is it possible they are also impacting geological activity? Perhaps the same technology, like HAARP, which is being used (supposedly) for weather/climate control has other purposes, like directing waves of radio energy to key tectonic regions, causing earthquakes, eruptions, tsunamis.
And a super dooper final thought: there’s been some references to “Dark Winter”, and it makes me wonder if in the final stages of geoengineering, will they use so much material that they trigger immediate toxic reactions, like some old man or woman walking down the streets of Wuhan, and just falling over, dead … China has had a recent history of weather engineering mishaps, what if they used “too much” in 2019/2020 and the “Monkey Herpes” psyop was designed to cover this and other nation’s increasing geoengineering activities.
References …
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221114_GET_OUT.mp3
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GET OUT!
From June, 2021 …
– Time vs Money: why I do what I do …. and why crypto turned me off early … I also believe that crypto is NOT the canary … more like the “swan song” … so precious time you could use to do actual things to protect your friends/family? – that’s wasted time … and the lights go out.
– BREAKING NEWS: BINANCE IS CONVINCING OTHER ASPERGERS CRYPTO FREAKS TO JUMP AT THE LAST MINUTE BEFORE THE CAREENING ELEVATOR CAR HITS THE GROUND … (and the chart reflects it)
– in 2017 when I worked on a crypto project, it became obvious to me that: a) the blockchain, mathematically, cannot scale and b) that most of the crypto freaks were really just looking for fast money …
– I remember attending the Startup-Societies Conference in 2017, and a LOT of crypto-barons were there … do you know what they spent most of their time talking about? – which one of their magical tokens would be chosen …. by the central banks … they always had an intention to fold into a CBDC regime, from the beginning
– when I tested bitcoin, I found that transactions less than$100 had non-deterministic behaviors in terms of both delivery AND the value delivered …
– very early on, after writing my own “white paper”, I realized the “coin” was not the first class citizen of commerce … it is the TRANSACTION … gold, corn, silver, oil, all of these are OBJECTS of the transaction … which also means: if your transactions are slow and non-deterministic? – no one will adopt. It also means that Bitcoin was ALWAYS focused on the wrong thing, ETHER as well and all the mutants.
– it’s clear that the blockchain is a forever ledger: only the IRS could love this
– when I confronted a crypto-evangelist about the behaviors of crypto, he said “well, you need to conduct business in exchanges …” … kind of like the twitter nurses in 2020 telling me to get on a ventilator because I had a cold
– who is this Satoshi? – when do they wheel out this freak?
– bitcoin was always a deep state scam
– the “blockchain” is a furnace designed to burn excess fiat
– the “crypto boom” was neo-Keynesian broken windows economics gone mad
– in order to solve some inherent flaws in crypto, “experts” in 2017 were telling people “well, you should use a network” or “use an exchange”, and then I asked them about the claims of no counterparty risk or third party dependencies? – and then their eyes glaze over
– USABLE … you want to sell something? Get people involved in something? YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT USABLE … it’s 2022 … what’s the excuse? … the reason why I refunded money for the RAD projects this year? – simple … the more I dug into JS8 Call, the more I tested it, the more bugs/problems I found … and the radios being used ARE NOT $50 subsidized “smart” phones … they are radios, the cheapest of which will cost you $200, and it’s up from there …
– is there some mysterious class of people “living their lives” with crypto? – sure … and I think Biosphere 2 was a success for a couple months too …
– history, as of right now, is ON cryptos side: as James Howard Kunstler pointed out in “Too Much Magic”, people need to believe these schemes, these technologies, will somehow, magically save “normality” … normal is over …. but crypto preys on this desire
Smart people …
“Let me tell you about ‘smart’ people: they get to the wrong answer faster.” – Dr. Freckles
What’s up with Bruce Willis?
A lot of films, in the last 10 years, have had Bruce Willis in them – but few of these films were any good …
A great example is “Breach”, which came out a couple of years ago …
I just watched “Reprisal”, and this movie seems to show case a slightly drunk Willis drawing on a white board … taking part half heartedly in some action scenes …
It’s like Bruce has the curse of Nicolas Cage.
Children …
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Madness spreads …
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221107_GO_TO_THE_STREAM.mp3
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A place of wellness …
I need to imagineer my place a ZONE of total wellness, a nice cabin by a stream, somewhere not far from my true love, in a land of calm and peace and bacon and LOVE …
So I said to myself …
Go into a quiet room in your home, maybe bring a music player. Sit in the room quietly, listening to music or not, and imagine a world …
Imagine a world of mountains and trees …(3)
Imagine a world of oceans and space ships and planets far away … (2)
Imagine in that world there is a planet on the edge of the universe, and on that planet there is a man, in a room, imagining a world … and in his world there are cities and deserts and wide ranging plains … in one of those cities, in that new world, there is a person, in a room, imagining a world …
Go to the stream, the stream goes to the river, the river to the sea …
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Thoughts …
MP3: https://planetarystatusreport.com/mp3/20221105_THERE_WAS_NO_HAMMER.mp3
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Ash and trash …
Poison …
Are you feeling tired, distressed?
Do you have chest pains and bloody stool?
Do you leave a puddle of drool on your bed, a shame pond that haunts you in the morning time?
Is your wife or husband cheating on you?
Do you have terrible kids and dogs that do stupid shit and this infuriates you?
A lot of people have seen positive results trying POISON (xl).
It’s an extended release poison designed to help you deal with these common health and psychological problems caused from consuming too much POISON …
Disclaimer tho:
“What if there is no hammer?” – a potential, from The Matrix
I’m close to calling BS on two things:
– that Paul was injured at all
and linked
– that he had any “brain surgery”
This all looks like a COPS episode that never gets aired.
(same thing you’d find at any trailer park on Friday night)
The “hammer” part of this story is becoming progressively harder to believe … Depending on what kind of hammer, one whack would have knocked out Paul … probably killed him … So what? – limp wristed swing? (perhaps) Or, as stated, there was no “hammer” at all …
Here’s what MIGHT have happened:
Democracy requires electricity … (someone call the Ancient Greeks)
Link: https://www.azleg.gov/ars/16/00602.htm
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/political/arizona-county-sued-over-planned-hand-count-ballots
The help …
Let a liar …
“Let a liar talk long enough, he’ll speak the truth.” – Dr. Freckles
Sted Master Gurgen … (a lord of Boblimptock)
Following the 5th Atomic War, Fuer-Master Gurgen lay stricken on the battlefield. His urine was bloody and cold, his heart filled with monkey-mold. His mind a parasite village, a “head full of bees” as the old folks would say … he was dying of brostimpus-deels disorder, and a new FUER-MASTER would need to be chosen …
In the time of the black moon and the wolf-squirrel …
A young lad good with a spike and a whip and a steel chain, he would hurl himself at the inside-out bears and achieve total victory during the GREAT CONFLICT of YAB.
A young brute, with silvery hair and greenish skin, armed only with his wit and the muskul oils of Thwarntoz, where the high priestess women massage themselves with joob-bile and cundrom-sauce.
His name was STED … but he would soon be the NEW FUER-MASTER …
When STED was 8, 4 dingus-merchants visited his parents. They had gold and spices and hookers and cocaine … they offered to buy young STED for 5 pounds of gold, and his parents, being poor and addicted to crack, took the gold.
The merchants took STED to the EASTERN PROVINCE, where the GURU STEVE lived. Steve made knives out of old chainsaw chain … he was a blacksmith and a farmer and a hunter and a lover … he had wives in every crevice of the world, anywhere he fell there was some young busty maiden to rub oils on his wounds and yank is zuby-pipe.
STED grew bold and strong. STED learned the ways of CHIEF DIGGLER and joined the ranks of the hobo-shaman. He cast spells and sold bogus lottery tickets to the Mexican-Irish in TEXAS. His masters feared him, so they let him follow the jaded and jagged side roads, they let him feast upon the monkey-paste and dine with the queens of V’ygsoon.
STED was 17 when he met the witch of VAROOM. She told him he was the NEW FUER-MASTER to replace FEUR-MASTER GURGEN. “The lands have been without a FUER-MASTER for too long, the soil grows hard again, the water glows with radiological fury, the children do not read or write good, and the women have given in to HARLOTRY!”, the witch told STED he needed to choose the throne, if only for the lifetime supply of cocaine.
The ceremony was complete, and STED became FUER-MASTER STED and the guardian of the last Nalley’s Tamale factory that still supplied this nutritious treat to all the scrumbly folk and wandering tramps …
STED would reveal prophecies while drinking and smoking crack:
Ash and trash …
Denmark …
If you MUST hate some people and some place …
“Denmark is a shitty place, with crappy people living in it.” – Shakespeare (revised)
Prophecy concerning WW3 …
When it begins …
Ching-Chong forces under the command of General CHANG-CHING will invade Alaska, WA and CA …
They will sneak in using container ships … and pour out into the port cities, hunting the street wench, eating roaches and rats, ravaging the countryside, opening new Panda Express locations …
Russian forces will invade from Canada …
Biden will wonder what kind of ice cream they’re serving that day …
When it begins …
Claivan-volk will arm themselves with tooglin-swords and mug-grease. They will wear uniforms made from dead cats and carry baseball bats with large carpentry nails driven through them. The younger ones will carry pillow cases filled with rocks and nuts and bolts and other rusty pieces of metal they can find near the old abandoned library …
Nurg-tergler, the STENIC PRINCE, will form an army of castro-wenches. They will roam the countryside near Scompton, not far from where those nuns were murdered by the CIA last year …
There will be another crispy chicken sandwich war … KFC will lose bigly.
Psychotherapy over the INTERNET: nope …
“Don’t ever do therapy over the internet.” – Dr. Freckles
RATE HIKE BLUES …
Link: https://www.zerohedge.com/markets/fomc-4
JINGHIZ-LOHR … (a lesser known LORD of BOBLIMPTOCK)
He walked in the sunshine with the 44 gods, when the world was new and the earth was still fresh. He hunted skylark-pony on the plains of T’ybek, and among the FRUNG people he led a revolution of total satisfaction, spreading dingo-crabs to every hooker and having an 8-ball of cocaine ready at EVERY party …
Jinghiz-Lohr ruled the 21 realms following the atomic wars … his lands were vast and filled with dead. He would ride his shark-eagle across the territories of YOD – and nothing could stop his throng. He fed on whale-perch and wore a codpiece made of iron and pain. In the age of BOBLIMPTOCK, he was the RADIOACTIVE COMMANDER ELITE and women sought his man juice.
Jinghiz-LOHR took the lands east of GRINKEN. He managed to topple governments and take their hookers as his wives … following the 12th Atomic War, all the scunglin-folk were covered in keester-oil sores. They would drain these sores and put the pus and munctus into a large pot … they would add crickets and rat parts and old style Nalley’s Tamales … Jinghiz would look upon this as a man with an appetite to swallow a landfill. Ching-Chong warriors dug their tunnels, and the world prepared for the 13th Atomic War.
Jinghiz once pondered … “how many more atomic wars will there be?”
And the Demon X’inder said in response: “as many are as necessary for you monkeys to learn …”
Jinghiz or “Jing” as his friends called him, had 3 mothers and 9 fathers. Their gumbo-grease was mixed into a great vat, and they would spoon out gobs of this stuff with an old rusty soup ladle and pour it into the mother’s xig-caves, where the mixture incooblerated and festered and formed strange long compounds, minerals, vitamins and formed a breeding matrix for the clap. The women then de-cloaked their busty bodies and wrestled each other, in the busty sauces of TOR, where meagen-priests made sacrifices and the priestess-guardians grew hungry for the flesh … After 5 months, the child would spring forth, randomly, from one of the 3 women’s mester-pools, and at that moment they would scream and wail and welcome the next LOHR, or ruler of the NUGGEN-VOLK.
Jing could build a home out of sand and blood. He could transfer his thoughts, into a bat, and then have that bat do some wild shit …
Jing had the power of Ourox, his hands glowed white hot, and his fists were made of titanium. With every karate chop, he could split a man in half – he didn’t cry … his sadness took the form of knives.
Jing journeyed, when he was young, to the land of Vod, where the mad monk of S’compton lived, among coyote strippers and old frail harlots. He learned to scoop and move, he learned the way of CLOG. The mad monk taught Jing the power of 9 perceptions, and the middle world between the paint and the wall. This was Jing’s new style destiny, and he could sense a weird feeling in his man-rod.
… the 9 perceptions or SOUL-LEVELS are as follows …
“WHERE ARE THE HARBINGERS?!?”, Jing yelled at the great mountain, the cliffs, the rocks and the river.
He was seeking the balance of ZINDER-REALM, and his own codpiece was covered in fire ants … and this was uncomfortable.
“WHY HAVE YOU ABANDONED THE SWAMP APES AND THE NUGGEN-VOLK?”, but only silence followed, as Jing laid down his head and the sun dipped behind the great mountain.
As night fell, so Jing fell into a deep sleep …
He went to a dream world, where frog-sailors built ships of weed and old time’y town squares were inhabited by rat-soldiers and dusty old munge-whores.
He dreamed he was SLUNGIS, the MAN-LORD, the one of many hooker wives …
He dreamed his hooker wives were all laid out on a gigantic bed, a bed that shook and shake’d and sprayed sexual greases all over the place, ancient oils of lusty boovulus.
He dreamed of battling the old dragon of D’ig, where COONDRAK the FIRE RAIDER held sway, and the several armies of Wug stood fast against the ORCA ZONE and the coming raccoon storm …
And as the sun rose, and dawn broke upon the plains of G’OGGEN … Jing himself awoke with new insights and a vision to lead his tribe …
Life’s strange dynamic …
“Don’t be afraid to stand your ground, don’t be afraid to pack your bags, because life has this strange dynamic.” – Dr. Freckles
Live Free …
“Life free, or commie.” – Dr. Freckles
Mulligan …
What is a MULLIGAN?
Link: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mulligan_(games)
Link: https://www.theatlantic.com/ideas/archive/2022/10/covid-response-forgiveness/671879/
I don’t …
I don’t forgive the ministers, I don’t forgive the lawyers, I don’t forgive the journalists or the scientists …
It’s not my place to forgive them … it is for Jesus.
“Let Jesus forgive, I’ll make sure they keep their appointment.” – Dr. Freckles
