“The core goal of all storytelling is to GET PEOPLE to incorporate the narrative into their own memory.” – Dr. Freckles
“A secondary goal of storytelling is to get people to RE-TELL the story, thus spreading its effect.” – Dr. Freckles
Think about the APOLLO MOON story …
No matter what you believe about it, it gets embellished on, facts change, people even make up stories around the event that are not true …
“I was HERE when it happened …”, kind of like the “JFK” I was here stories …
The retelling of the story naturally mutates it … but more so, the MEDIA PUMP around the story gives it heat and permanence outside the scope of human memory, and becomes a MEME in the context of culture. I guess.
It does become a retained memory.
My dad told me a story once, when I was a kid, about some dude that was running his car on water – it was the 1970’s, and we were sandwiched between two OIL SHOCKS …
Then, when I was 11 or 12, I heard a similar story on KOMO 1000 AM Paul Harvey …
And it’s hard to say for certain how the story spreads or who spreads it, but it can spread on its own if its the RIGHT story.
Now think about COVID …
Paragliders …
The HERO STORY of ASSANGE …
George Floyd …
You ever wonder WHY they are doing all these derivative remakes in the movies and pop culture? – Because if you see it from the right angle, it looks like concertina wire around the collective unconscious.
Do I believe it’s “all lies”? – no …
Do I think you need to be a talented Sovietologist to see through most of it? – yes.
Am I good at it? – sometimes.
The hardest thing to overcome is wishful thinking …
What makes a good story a GREAT STORY? – it’s a story you WANT to believe, and probably NEED to believe.
If great pig-farms were built to recycle the donkey-flesh of this human swoil?
The pitiful toil ends my friend, for the mind-worms and the time dentists. All the fusion butt-rash memories melt away, as if the day turned to delight. And your sadness were a night faerie built from vodka drink soul pain and Rogaine feelings for balding flange ferrets and worm grease growers.
A gender neutral re-freezer is being constructed near Spokane, WA. Hustlers from Skeevic Ville are heading to the Palouse to hunt the wire goose and skizz-heathens who worship in the Columbia River, and cover themselves in cesium and horror.
MONSTER JAKE runs the station in Yakima, and hollers out to Ellensburg monks focused on paper mites and toilet pale fights. Sure, you could get stuck on what this means to Elroy and the Ugly Gang – but never forget the healing power of SEA-FLOW and spider egg magic.
I remember MONSTER JAKE and SISTER LUNA and the whole EAST SIDE GANG from Kettle Falls. We were the undying spirit of meth lab LIONS and tear down razor fencing. Our dogs wandered the grasslands, feeding on spice-miners and terrifying rat-queens from Boston.
TURG-WORN princes were left humble before the Ghost of Kiev, as Russian tanks rolled by, and Baghdad Bob rose from the grave to deliver his monologue. Corbis, the guzz-muzzler, wearing wire and diamonds and leather, would rub her boovula as the Teutonic Knights ravage S’compton. Grinken Town brides weep deep, and leave their kids in storm drains as their phones tell them: “MISSILES INBOUND: TOSS YOUR KIDS DOWN THE SEWER …” And if you were Hawaiian? – you probably would.
Stool samples are being collected at the Burger King in Tacoma, the one on Hill Top …
They want skeezy style love juice for the celebration of Tacoma’s vibrant art district. Mind worms are trending on Tik Tok, selling this FETE to the single freaks at PLU and the WARGONE-HARLOTS of Lewis-McChord …
Viggly sauce from the South Center Mall goes for $45/oz, and kills the backpain your chiropractor gave you … you can get back to American Lake, and strip at Hugh’s Golf Club, as helter-salesmen tell stories of pimp-rockets and cluster-bomb bimbos …
Triscuit seekers making taco surprise are trying to sell me property near Derby Village. Old Eskimo Bob’s place is for sale, but you have to move the bodies. Sometimes he’d hold parties out there … weird soirees style SEX get togethers, where donut maidens sell their milk dud challenge.
Windswept scoundrels show up and are buying gold from the monks in the drawing room. There are priests built from silver and diamond and rusty old chains, and the widows sing songs of Glyb-Meat and trail-paste.
You MAXED OUT ACHIEVEMENTS on XBOX, and your girl from 2007 is calling on laser phone. She wants to know about your Mexican lover and her burrito milk pizza. And you tell her to “shut up”, but you also send her an email with a picture of that weird wart on your penis. And the lawyer’s letter was clear, “restraining order”.
I could hear your voice MIND WORM …
I heard your CINDER SPARK and saw you get lost in Fresno.
On this date in 1233, the MORGUS THRONG was defeated by General Zod of the 8th Dlimbli Army of hedonic zeitgeist … and Queen Morbly released her boobies before the crowds, in symbolic supplication to the destinies of broken hound folk …
Yergis, the frog-greaver, took the castle near the SUN and made corn bread sausage for Captain Quint.
July 4, 1233
Today is the day we remember, when on July 4, 1876, Doctor Klebins of Boogs, Mississippi, built the worlds first microwave snack dinner. Half the town were burned by radiation and the rest were hunted by mutant alligators and other Louisiana style trash.
Heeptous, of Southern Alabama, declared all swamp zones to be of WOO-POISON and under the sway of Kentucky style stripper-witches … all of whom were high on KRANK.
And they were heroes … July 4, 1876.
On this date, so long ago, July 4, 1954, Pumpkin Head rose up from the Bikini Atoll Test Site to kill and ravage nuclear hookers in sector-7.
On this date the MINUTE MEN invented MINUTE RICE and gave millions diabetes …
On this DATE, the GREAT PRINCESS MARGUERITE led the scrumbly English fleet to a great defeat during the 3rd Pig War: Pigaggedon …
On this date, July 4, in the year 989 AD, Sister Boona of the Wallslyan Cloister of outer BUSTY, was ungunjoolating herself in the sacred baths of Tlam, when she discovered the healing power of SEA-FLOW … a husky and dusky and swarthy young heebdous-herder, named DEEBOUS, shirtless and sweaty, transferred his tig-oil into her boovula …
We’re getting SEA-FLOW up and running, so we’re hiring spider-herders and grease farmers and tube masters and gizz-specialists …
All kinds of new people at work.
We hired a 72 year old at work.
Yes, she’s hotter than my HORBLIX-GWERMER.
But she’s not my best pipe fitter. She doesn’t make skleeve pudding. She hasn’t seen me eat debly-tiger, and decided she loves my grease pipe anyway.
So, I’ll pass. Thanks.
There’s this new front desk girl named DERBY BENZ …
She has a garden with hens and talks about OLD TIME McNuggets. Her moms go to church at the 56th Eagle Chapel, where Doc Nord talks of Hell cannon and Moroccan Piss dreams … When the KEZ-MEN get done at lunch, and the heavous-salsa weighs heavy? – You can see them sizing things up, and imagining “late night copy center mix ups” … or something sleazy in the breakroom.
But not for me, I’m focused on SEA-FLOW …
We have a new delivery boy, he calls himself Thomas Bard.
His eyes are yellow and his hands shake, his mind is a graveyard of turbulence and horror. When you talk to him, he looks at you, stares inside your brain-case … and then just walks away, to move box mania further towards the END.
He ain’t no friend, not with cast iron smiles. He stinks of jerky and vodka and lost dimple franchise strippers.
But he’s not making gravy for Charlene no more.
Onion: keep pealing that onion, keep going down the hole …
Millionth Council: “Every living thing on this planet has an aura. The area that you are discussing now is the aura of this planet. It is a communicative channel through which the Millionth Council governs this planet. Anyone going into this area when the communication channel is open do not disappear, but they are in the timeless void. They are all alive and well. It is the only area through which the council can communicate with this planet.”
On this day in 1865 the ZLOGON-FORCES of General Chives defeated the pirate lesbian navies of Queen Coozba …
All YOOP ARMIES are on alert …
When the RIMULACK DYRE PRIEST froze the Witch of Foof, we knew the gorgon would relinquish their control of QUADRANT 55. And the joob throng from Bunkton rose up against Mr Willy’s and their all day long Chinese buffet … and who stood up to that? The swarthy and dusky grob-legions from Texas Roadhouse.
On this date in 1865 Dr. Skleevis McDoogle discovered the healing power of SORBITOL …
He healed the orphans of sector 88 and left the woody blow-bin rascals to die in the lost desert of Tlyb.
On this day in 1865, the harlot minx forces of Genda Shloob took on the dragon warriors in region-XRAY. After several days of fighting the women folk of all tribes tore off their clothes and wrestled naked in the HOOKER PITS of Colorado.
We honor on this day the great battle between Captain Avatar of the ARGO and the NAZI ROBOT FORCES of Hizzler … the TIME HITLER …
After several parallel and ongoing time wars, the STAR FORCE under AVATAR was victorious, but the time line still sucks.
There was this day in 1865, 6/19 to be precise …
When Clint Jackson of the 45th XERXES DIVISION defeated MS-13 in the Battle of Gipsy. 45,000,000 people were killed that day, when the death star fired its ray and everyone learned they were gay.
But what about the Sklubbin-jergs that fought the skoogiz-knights?
WOOG soldiers were moving METH to the Roman Armies at Constantinople, when WOLF MAN JACK told the bell keepers to wrestle crocs in Baltimore. But we never knew the horrors of the ego-maniacs, the spezz-dormers, the ones that lived in the gutters and told tales of squirrel macaroni … that’s Seprocon too …
When will we tell the truth about Seprocon?
About the crimes it covers up and the false heroes it erects?
When will the GRIZZLY ADAMS types go back into the woods to harvest the owl-clams and feed on cougar-spice and trout tacos …
YOUR TIME IS NOW … and the breed is born late.
You don’t know …
There were 12 henchmen, armed with cucumber crossbows and singing songs of GOOBER NUTT PIZZA …
WE could have been KINGS … but we sold our peanut butter heritage for 500 acres and a TESLA. The glowing light of liberty was put out, and the government cheese cave was emptied.
A lot of folks are celebrating SEPROCON by eating BBQ … this is racist.
Some of you are watching Dave Chapelle while drinking a chilled white wine … this is also racist.
I can see YOU just grilling and chilling, smoking a doobie and listening to Bob Marley … this is so fucking racist.
Whiteness … what a curse.
whiteness is mainly about the bleak horror show that is the permanently disenfranchised slave cadres whose ancestors lived in a jungle hell and fought hard and lived thoroughly while harvesting cotton for an evil manor-lord who would whip and beat but never look at his broken soul … ya know …
Why can’t we fight for totalistic racialist justice?
We could build star cruisers, powered by advanced fission/fusion reactors, patrolling the edge of our solar system at 15% the speed of light …
Our DOG CHASING WAYS was distorted, and we settled for failed styrofoam schemes and wooden dreams, and SEPROCON left us cold.
On day one of the RACE WAR …
ZOGLON-DEMONS will ride Harleys down to Compton, so that the EAST LA FREAK GANGS can sell latinx pill boovula to the skulls.
Kids from the WONDER BREAD realm will score CRANK from Sam, but someone is gonna go for a “train ride” – probably your sister.
They want to pass laws legalizing TOOG-MEAT.
TOOG-MEAT is neat, it’s made from old discarded loved ones and delinquent youth running from the MAN.
The local store says “appealing shapes”: bacon, steak, dogs, lasagna … TOOG-MEAT in appealing shapes.
