BANKING that COUNTS!

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Beautiful and gross …

“The LORD in Heaven looks at every little creature He’s created and He thinks ‘this is beautiful’, and sometimes I see something He’s created and think ‘this is gross’.” – Dr. Freckles

JIZZ ARMS

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KIB WARRIOR

After the bombs start falling, the GROGON WRATH demons will usher forth from the great hole in the middle of the world. Volcanoes will explode and unleash a fury of DISCO MADNESS as the crips and bloods rip up EAST LA and NYC becomes a home to rat-demons from sector-3.

And some will say “well shit man, couldn’t we have done something?” … and nothing would ever be done.

THE KIB WARRIORS are about to arise. They stand tall and have washboard abs. They sky-hunt for BLOOD eagles and the torn jaguar skin crawlers from Guatemala. When you hear the hawk cry? – then run for the caves, because they’re coming. They want to ravage your women and steal your HEART WAX. They feed on broken monsters and old Catholic priests, and with fists of total vengeance they smash the peddlers of haagen-flesh with the almighty power of total cloud oneness.

I’ve taken a stroll among the stars, and Neil Armstrong bought me a ticket – Buzz Aldrin was there too, he brought the MOONSHINE and fruit for the spody. There was this maiden of the Moon we inseminated and left for dead – but her head lived on from the infection. After 2,000 years of hooker armies pounding the lunar surface to dust, only grey-whales were left, with fire minds and fins made of diamonds. They slapped us around, and we stole the platinum-gold and headed EAST to MARS.

Those Martians are something …

WHEN MARS was NEW …

We were the young bucks filled with fucks and finger candy for those cocaine wastrels from Broadway. They’d dance the 7 veils, will needle marks on display for every freak and nasty old hag. I kept women at the BAR on Olympus Mons, they always covered themselves in BLOOP oils and were ready for action if the pimp daddy called – on laser phone.

“So invest in BIG BANKS?”, asked my hooker wife …

“No baby – MOON BONDS …”

They, the MARTIAN PEOPLE, lived hungry pirate lives, surrounded by gold and whiskey and LIFE. Their love ran deep along the trenches, from STOOG TOWN to FRITZERLAND, the Valles Marineris became the canyon of death where no true warrior bled anything but white and the vapors gave you NUGGIN TOMB death flu.

I met my 53rd wife at the bar in FRITZERLAND. She was watching “Ghost Writer” on NETFLIX, and I had to say “fuck honey, Roman Polanski is a disappointing old pedo”.

“I don’t get it, the movie scares you …”

“Scares me?”

“It scares you baby, that’s why you hate Polanski …”

“Nah baby … if the BIG REVEAL is the CIA has plants in foreign allied governments and even picks leaders? … that’s not much of a reveal …”

She slapped me and went home with Rowdy Allan and his harlot skunk TINA – there is no alternative.

IF YOU ASK A KIB WARRIOR about his GIRLFRIENDS? ….

He’ll tell you “I’ve got plenty, in shallow graves, across the southwest …”

KIB WARRIORS have hearts of pure cobalt, and a hideous courage that keeps them up at night. They’ll spend many weekends golfing and talking about Chad, but in the end they can’t abide by froggy-jerks with side-eye glances and Q-anon stickers on their foreheads. They FEED the anger machine the dead, and the dead wander in darkness because of their inheritance.

“You might as well be a Chinese-mexican”, a KIB said to me once at Trader Joe’s … He took me for Irish-slovak or Vietnamese-german. But my heart is pure, and my race is the race of MAN.

The KIB WARRIOR mediates spiritual energies, balancing the forces of light and darkness …

They put a guy in every Roman Polanski movie that LOOKS LIKE Polanski, but isn’t …

(a KIB WARRIOR would destroy you for this)

A SKUDZO KRISTMAAS!

SANTA UNCHAINED! (from Dec 25th, 2016)

A SKUDZO KRISTMAAS!

Once upon a time, in Grinken Town …

There were two travelers, making their way in the world …

“Chembliss is falling this time of year”, Old Trolli said to his friend Blymph.

“Yeah, it’s trieggen-dust, to give us the blue snow this year …”

Old Trolli and Blymph lived in a shack not far from 3rd AVE. It’s near that place where those nuns were murdered last year, and their bodies were dumped. They had shared a small room, near Vleed’s TAVERN, and it had a microwave and a sink to clean yourself and water 3 hours a day. “It was good living” Blymph said, he made enough money to share the rent – he had a great job: he chucked bodies at the TACO TIME dump in Maple Leaf.

“… you still got the SKOGH-worms?”, Trolli asked Blymph.

“Doc Grunkis gave me the the wood pulp and the diesel fuel, so it seems to be improving …”

A lot of folks had SKOGH-worms, at least the folks that live on the streets. You’d fall asleep, too close to one of the sewer manholes or gutters, and them things would just crawl up and lay eggs in a person’s ear … You’d wake up with a headache and if not treated you would hemorrhage into the brain cavity, dripping white pus and a pinkish yellow substance …

“That’s good man … them things are bad news.”

It was December the 24th 2028, and Blymph had heard that everyone gets a protein treat this year! Mostly it’s been cricket-flour and bacterial paste. You’d get some can of “purple” and it would have vitamins, but no one could tell you what was in the “purple” … but this year?

THIS YEAR ALL THE SKREEGLON-ZONE would EAT LIKE KINGS!

A protein TREAT!

A chunk of lab groan goat meat!

(at least that’s what they said)

So it was a Christmas, something warm for the pot.

Privacy …

“Isn’t it important that we have private moments, even with others, where nothing is recorded and all can fade with time?” – Dr. Freckles

Nothing is …

“Nothing is … UNTIL it is.” – Dr. Freckles

  • alt: Schrodinger’s Cat interpretation
  • time travel
  • total oblivion
  • survival of the fractor