Shit is falling apart …

I was at the grocery store and the attendant wiped her butt with a scorn rag, and then began checking me out. She smeared fecal matter and vagina butter on my eggs and milk and cheese, then she muttered “do you have a discount number”, and I said yes …

“My discount number is 28 …”, she just stared at me … I grabbed my hag food and left.

CHEEVUS, my friend at the Maverick, has started selling stuurg-corn after midnight out back …

You take this stuff and mix it with gasoline and dead penguins and you end up with FROOG-SKEIN, and this lights up your mind and allows you to commune with eerie forces not far from SKLEEVENVILLE …

CHEEVUS just got done with parole, he’d stolen a car and driven it into a rest home …

CHEEVUS was awarded a lesser sentence because the 12 old people he killed? – well, they had COVID-19 … he was flattening the curve, is what his lawyer said …

Shit is falling apart.

I met my old girlfriend DUNDY at the cafe last weekend. She got done washing pig trucks and was wanting a “nice date” – so we ate chicken-chunks and potato eyes … her eyes grew large when the TACO SURPRISE showed up …

Dundy got sick, real sick …

Dundy vomited all night and then started bleeding from her bonus hole …

She couldn’t stop thinking it was over … I told her, we didn’t know. No one knew, not when it’s REALLY OVER …

I told her they could replace her insides with PVC and old broken alarm clocks and empty spray cans …

I told her we could save up, and get her one of those NEW SYNTHETIC digestive tracts, the one with the cartridges and the gasoline flare mechanism …

I told her I loved her, and it didn’t matter that her ass-fire was bad, or that the gases were making me sick too …

She just wandered off later that night … into the alfalfa field …

Dundy was discovered, days later, in a dumpster – she’d blown her own head off with a shotgun … on a piece of paper taped to her shirt read “I DID MOST OF THE WORK FOR YOU …”

Crap is getting real.

I saw OLD SKLIG at the rail yard …

Sklig had been lurking near RAIL CAR 004, the one where the old hobos and wanderers congregate. He’d been working the EEK-MINES outside of Elko in Nevada …

Sklig was hired to set charges and drill holes and find chunks of hooker gold in the debris of every landslide. He worked hard and spent his weekends hiking around the hills and mountains and surfing the dingus-paths where old besto-wolves hunt the younglings, all huddled together in the fear cave.

Sklig was caught by someone serving papers, he’d left his 8 wives in Ohio, and never got around to updating his address … They fought hard for several hours, with rocks and knives and bats and sticks. When it was over, Sklig was dead and the land was drenched with NEW BLOOD – strange wildflowers began to bloom in the aftermath, and the desert thrived again.

Stuff is weird, mang …

Mexicans and Italians …

They don’t belong here …

They steal everything they find and set fire to all the old folks. They sell s’klink to kids at the blind school and mock the old gods and the new …

Sure … at first they seem okay, but after a while they’re checking out your stuff and measuring you for what they can TAKE … who they can SCREW …

The town was a good town before they got here …

Now the Mexicans and the Italians have destroyed it.

What are we going to do???

DANES?

Danish people?

Everywhere they live there is nothing but poison and polluted lands …

They bring smiles and kringle and pasteurized diabetes dreams, marinating in Copenhagen nightmares …

“DANISH PEOPLE RUIN EVERYTHING” was ORIGINAL TITLE Shakespeare chose for Hamlet … the Jews in charge of England rejected this.

Danish people will smile and laugh and walk the streets with their blonde kids. They sell crack cocaine to the TURKS, and the TURKISH BIKER GANGS are their street lords – enforcing their RULE over the slime of the world …

DANES are RESPONSIBLE for 78% of all child trafficking worldwide, and 89% of all juvenile diabetes. They seem “so nice” while they are chopping up babies and feeding them to sharks for their holiday entertainment.

It’s fucked up what Danish people have done to the world …

What can be done?

Schrodinger was a DANE …

He was caught, torturing cats, in 1929 …

He claimed it was for “science” …

(but we know what DANES do with CATS)

Did you know that over 10,000 cats were killed to prove Schrodinger CORRECT?

WHAT MONSTERS!

White people?

Who the fuck are they?

All pale and ghost like …

Moving about in the shadows, afraid of harming their alabaster skin …

They mock the sun BECAUSE the SUN cures the disease – and the WHITE MAN holds his disease close to his heart …

He pretends to be so many things, but he’s a liar …

He speaks with many tongues, he sells diseased blankets to indigenous tribes …

The white man is the homunculus of twilight horror, and spends his days collecting objects and gold and other things to HOARD … He won’t share, he’ll watch your baby starve … that fucking WHITE MAN.

What the HELL WHITE MAN?

CHINESE PEOPLE? – can’t be trusted …

INDIAN PEOPLE? – happy and lazy …

RUSSIAN PEOPLE? – angry and drunk …

CANADIANS? – what do I need to say BUTT HOLE …

But the IRISH are cool …

The IRISH are good …

The world would be nothing but sadness, if not for our ginger smiles …

(and that’s still working)

(so you should thank us)

CRAVEN RACES!

A new kind of air conditioner …

“Dan, we have this new kind of air conditioner …”

“Really, how does it work?”

“An electric fan blows a current of air over ICE …”

“So it’s a swamp cooler?”

“No … no.”

“Where do you get the ice from?”

“That’s racist …”

(and scene)

GET A GRIP

“You know what I WANT? – a woman in my life that has a grip on reality, even a tiny grip is better than none.” – Dr. Freckles

SINGLE MOM

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SINGLE MOMS

Single moms go trotting around on SATURDAY NIGHT at the LAUNDRY …

They beg for quarters from the old bachelors who’s hooker wives dumped them.

And the baby?

The baby is left in the car, as the MOM goes into the bar to get drunk and hook up with a tattooed biker named Kyle.

A lot of men, myself included, felt like cash machines when we were married …

Did we marry the wrong woman?

I DUNNO SHIT HEAD – did you have sex with the wrong man?

Did some GOOD LAY leave a slug in your belly?

Was he really a “nice guy” who only beat you sometimes … but he had a “good job”, amirite?

Seems like everyone, myself included, is getting what they deserve.

A SINGLE MOM is a cave-maiden. She sells castor oil soap and varmint sweat while her kids walk the streets tossing bricks off the overpass.

A single mom spends her day watching JERRY, as she eats marshmallow spread and frunctulates her boovula. She has no guile, only a meth smile.

Her TARGEN DUGG fuel KING uses her as a mechanic’s rag, and when he’s done she’s none the wiser … only a case of the crabs as remembrance.

Single moms know how to party …

A single mom never loses, because she never risks anything worth measuring – her cargo shock container paradise is covered in skittles mold and American cheese.

Her peanut butter brood lurks outside the abandoned lot, never knowing when their next meal is coming, always RED EYED and hazy. They know mom’s just “tired” and “needs a break” …

They know RAMEN PIZZA is for dinner …

Single moms can COOK.

A SINGLE MOM is the WASTREL, the viggis-banshee. She yells the name of her lover, her donor, as she bangs the landlord to pay rent. She hearkens after the FIST, but claims to her support group she “just wants a nice guy”.

Single moms tramp about after midnight in SCOMPTON, sometimes with their kids in tow …

She’ll sell slug-flesh to the Jesuits and forget all this pain in the confessional, as nasty Roman priests whisper dirty words in her ears …

A single mom is a stop sign made out of jello.

A single mom is a HERO … to her dealer.

She gets discount on TRANQ and ROCK and her teeth are ground down to nothing …

She breastfeeds her newborn, feeding her the same pain that she was fed – a cocktail of low expecations, poverty, neglect and abuse. From her tit comes all the pain, from her is delivered a soul knife.

A single mom speaks LOUDLY of her SISTERHOOD, as she mocks her sisters wailing in the streets. She is SO HUGE in her matriarchy, as long as CHUCK is working checkout, as long as the OLD ENGLISH 800 is on sale.

Single moms like to smoke cheap cigars.

A single mom drags the TEMPTRESS FORCE, digging graves near the abandoned library. She confides in street-demons and makes pacts with the Devil’s hairdresser. Her walls are made of flesh and steel, her body grows tired from the ageless theft.

A single mom can’t STOP the fires, and doesn’t want to – no more than she wants to give up her pipe. She’ll attend all her meetings, she’ll do the SERENITY PRAYER, but at 2 AM when her kids are asleep, she slips out back to pull on the meth pipe with LARRY, the building janitor, and plumber … he’ll give her a rock or two.

After the MOON DISAPPEARS, the worry lines turn to wrinkles, a single mom sits silently in her room …

Somewhere in this world of discarded humans.

Rocking on her chair.

Muttering phrases of “could have been” …

Knowing she will never see her children again before she dies.

For in her love were lies.

And in her soul is nothing.