Jungous, the Horde Lord, is forming up cadres outside and inside your city …
His people live in the median, between the fast lanes that take you and your TESLA to STAR SPAM CITY …
They are covering themselves in raccoon grease and wrath …
They will raid your homes soon …
(you don’t have enough bullets)
JOOG, the TURG-NURGEN, aka “Elon Musk”, is steeping his tea in cow urine and elf spice. His mallet if unmet, as the human crankous realm melts into oblivion. He was ALWAYS broken, and now the ZULU is coming for your busty women and your craft IPA beer …
A great space ship is being built in Antarctica. It will take the star children home.
A great ship is being built at the South Pole, it will travel through a hole in space/time.
There’s a GREAT CAPTAIN named BURT who won’t get hurt when the radiation comes.
There’s a lost people in the caves of NOR and there they are led by a scarlet whore.
The human gumptous lives in cities, eating mosquito larvae and churgle-tacos …
They slunk and shamble their ways to jobs where the bunctous sweat burns at their buttholes, as they work off that LUNCH TIME lasagna …
They strangle dreams and in their hand they hold a glowing rectangle, showing all the angles of THEIR DOOM.
They are a poison fruit.
They are the scourge …
I’m a de-expansionist-anti-extinctionist …
I hate Bill Gates AND Norman Borlaug …
I’ll bring my wrath on a plastic spoon Monday.
Then one day my laser scarf wenches will rule the night.
SEA-FLOW brings balance …
SEA-FLOW energizes your sperm.
You can use our flowtein power gels to achieve NEXT LEVEL female boovula style slather-grease.
Nothing can stop you.
we’re loading up on skaguus-freaks, and herpes-felons and Ukrainians … so many Ukrainians …
we’re loading up on SKEETO-TRIBES from the DARK CONTINENT, as the denser grains are fed to whistle-pigs and the Israeli whores sell dick sores to the Doobie Brothers.
we could have had ape meat sandwiches – but no one was willing to wrestle the Sky Hawk Shaman …
we could have traveled to MARS and put our flag upon Olympus Mons and made ourselves a home on those sandy slopes … we coulda … but we didn’t …
We could have formed various FRUIT ARMIES, and made parfait all day …
But you said it was stone-madness, and I said our Kentucky Love Affair was over.
Men and women will breed using metal pipes and ice cream scoops …
In the year 2133, the last bio-sexual act will be performed on Pay-per-View …
From that point on all stiggous-flesh rituals will be cybernetically conducted using gridge-paste and doogan sauces and silicon yeast …
By the year 2044 all women will be men and all men will be gay.
In the near future …
You will have a penile implant that regulates your sperm and skizz-goop …
The government will tax you on your goop …
It will be $4 a wad or nutt …
Probably by 2038 …
Your children and grandchildren will be slaves to the HYPERCUBE …
All COOCH-BABIES will get rabies after doing the BLUES on METH …
And your retirement funds will be diversified into Japanese turnip bonds.
The knockout game is becoming popular, all the kids are doing it now …
They knockout some old dude and then tow the body to the pits outside of town.
they are handing out cable soup to the cadets, and letting the nurses pull the plugs on widow land cowboys …
It’s all sorbitol now … all the food is sorbitol.
we have sorbitol factories churning out sorbitol 24/7
we have plenty of sorbitol for everyone …
everyone can be happy
In the year 2029, fertile women will be rounded up and placed in SWEAT CAMPS in the Everglades …
