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Testing Testing! Is this thing even plugged in? -- What thing? -- The Thoughtraphone. Mike check.. the wiring, something is faulty. Okay, halt proceedings, lets just speak into the dictaphone instead. What dictaphone you dickhead? -- The one that feeds this addiction homie, the invisible piece of apparatus to fire back, as apparently the whole world hates us.. Even I hate us, remember back in '07 when I forced us into that Hiatus? -- That was illness. -- Mental or physical? -- "A bit of both. Mostly physical, being physically sick. But if it wasn't for that era, we'd be weak little kittens. Your condition was vicious man. -- People looked at me like it was fictitious, like I would really fake sickness man. But time was a healer, and I had to make up for the whole time that had been stolen from me. No longer felt weaker, or resigned to losing sleep through the coughs and fevers. I was eager to move on. had an inner belief system and refused to be beaten. So I came to NG to empty the well, energy replaced lethargy, thoughts were like effigies I had to burn with the NG'ine Oil. Pressing matters affecting me, my head was excessively telling me to empty the registry, which was intensively collecting vulgarity, a swimming pool of insanity. It was like water on the brain.. Sewage.. but a fluid clarity to unload this fuel was nothing short of therapy. It was like Open Sesame.. a remedy. A cure for cancer of the soul. A normal guy - gone dysfunctional. Matter of fact its a fucking miracle I can even function at all. Fuck the past, fuck the future, fuck having kids, fuck getting attached, fuck the system, fuck getting pissed, fuck the injustice, fuck humanity for being what it is... The world's gone mad? It was born mad! Shoenice is misunderstood man, he's a fucking legend. A smart man lies behind the crazy eating. Well basically...... That's what I think, you can take it or leave it. Or get led astray by Fred Astaire, as you are pushed headfirst down the staircase and there you remain playing Solitaire until you become a remain. No longer able to retain or distribute Beyonce Knowledge. And to think dude, you spent all those years at College, then Uni, then you spent the next five years going loony, locked away in a gloomy room staying away from the outside beauty. Then you got it together, under the bed you found a key for the tether and walked outside, it was like you had discovered a crate of treasure, it was great.. it was pleasure. Pure and simple, alluring. Gave you a reason to continue, something to strive for. You don't know how many more years you'll be alive for, may as well use this time to write more... And more. And MOAR. Until your hands get sore and those fucking sweat glands pour. In this country you can't stone a loner that's prone to poke and prod like a drone or a soldier for stepping outside of a zone, like 'you can't go there.' So you've got to get Rover. Game Over for the gay mover.
Beep Beep. Room service, here you go Vicarious, I believe you ordered a paragraph? Okay, that'll be the last.. Now its time to zone out but tune in, and eat the tuna sushi with 6 goombas and Yoshi, until the Koopa Troopas came along with bazookas and blew the hell out of us stupid losers. Blow us to Kingdom Cum, then ride us like Kingda Ka. Ahhhh... Then sit on a sybian like two lesbian simians simulating oral sex on Ian. Why? Nobody knows. Not even Nostradamus. Nostradamus was more ashamed of his nostrils, he fostered thoughts like hate, watched films like Host or Ghost and asked Western people if they had gills. Listen closely.. red pills, blue pills, head filled with the best filth.. So cold, breath chilled. Hetty Wainthropp investigated? she didn't do shit.
The utmost importance is to have a cutthroat attitude to cutting throats. Which is to not cut them at all. Substitution your aggression for agag-gag-gag-gag that's what Popeye did. But what made the Pope high? Was it standing in the upper echelons of Echolonia? Wishing he had been born as a regular citizen. Does a politician look at the regular people and envy the lives of the ordinary? Not being part of the many? Or does he cherish life as part of the isolated? Did the way they project their frustrations and anger through laws and impositions cause our chemical imbalances, anxiety and ADHD? Have these conditions stemmed from how we have made the world? Clothed, separated, technological? Removing that element of nature. Causing the many to turn towards drugs to block out the Urban obligations? Are the very things we think as our entertainment, the downfall to our deteriorating mental mind states? Too much TV, not enough sunshine... Dehumanisation on a mass scale... Like putting clothes and make-up on dogs, is it really part of our make up? Or just some made up shit to break humanity? Like anti-aging cream, nothing can stop flesh from maturing except time. If you can pause time you'll be young forever and make a song called Forever Young, and if you're a guy you will be forever well hung like meat on a butcher's hook... Fuck that shit, who wants to be well hung? Or being whipped with belts until there are welts and handprints from where you have been felt up. More or less lested, breast lust, best of luck getting off that sex crime... Why is something that happened by nature and default considered a crime? You can't help it if your penis is crying... Inside, denying your very fabric and make-up. The irony is that mass population has been caused by reducing crime. Those high-powered cronies don't know what to do.
You don't get to ask why Nietz!! -- "Why not?" -- "Ah, you are allowed to ask why not, but not why. You have discovered a loophole in the system, a fissure in the wall, a crack in the vagina." -- "So are you going to answer my question?" -- "No." -- "Why?" -- You don't get to ask why Nietz!!" And that same sorry loop went on for the next 9000 years, causing many tears and simultaneous beer can ring pulls to be opened in full public view. Transparent like openly transsexual parents who have scared Ken into the loop, and he has to stoop down low to punch a midget in the balls... But this incident caused a bar room brawl, between beefy types that eat Jerky while sat next to idiots, otherwise known as store clerks that wear Clarks shoes and drive old bangers that give out stupid amounts of car fumes. The pedestrians are fuming... There is no room left at the inn to breathe effectively without a gasp mask... Which you have to grasp before others take hold of the limited stock... Its every man for himself now, or if you're religious, then hymnself... Thy will remain true to my religion even in the event of a major disast... Shit! All the gas masks have been taken! You were too slow Joe to reach for the Slim Jims, so you wont be able to put on weight like eight Fat Matts eating Bernard Matthews, sitting at cafeterias in hysteria because the food supplies have run short... Oh my Dog what will happen next in the world of Food Shortages? Feuds and short fuses, people will snap like I've Got the Power, things will start to turn sour... People will resort to drinking vinegar... Shoenice will survive with ease by eating the last of his zips and shoe insoles and will laugh like a maniac on a Youtube video... There's no point running around scared, nobody cares, not in a panic, nature is cruel... Civilisation is only a stones throw away from being uncivilised... So easy... At the drop of a hat. Order is forced in order to benefit the few who want to take the cream off the top... But fuck it, life is short, the Capstone's have more and have more to lose, even though many of them somehow live into their nineties without being affected by cancer and things... So its obvious guys, the cure for cancer is simple - Its having THEIR lifestyles. Do that and you'll be fine...
It don't matter how hard you try, you're gonna bust a nut until the day you die. In a hospital ward surrounded by smelly old codgers. I can say that, I'm a smelly old codger myself at that point holding a piss bag of a big sour puss mutt with no visitors... Dayummm, I've nothing left to say dude, nobody left to pray to, today I prayed to Jesus, Kingu, Leto, Thor and Horus, but then started dying of boredom... So started a war, glorified and got glory holed in the eye by 45 geriatrics. AND that is the reason for the eyepatch... (along with all the other reasons from Time That Dideth Goeth By...) I got in a fight with Goliath and came off second (not in that way) best. Go Liath Go Liath Liath shouted the 300 superdupersexy cheerleaders that were there waving Pom Poms while Clive Mongrel was there with his orchestra blasting out Pon Pons. It was a helluva event filled with more Twists and Turns than house wreckage in British weather. Floods and winds but it doesn't do any good to whinge when you can close the curtains, shut the windows, shut the fuck up and eat minge... Or meringue then appear on the Phil Donahue Show with your wife Donna who didn't want to go on with you... Shit son! We on the goddamn Philip Donahue show, talking about British storms and HAARP weather conspirators that are probably constipated from sitting in their Henchmen chairs too long... Well Phil... Oh shit the power has gone out! Like people breaking curfews just to go on a five-minute dinner date but forgot to put on deodorant or perfume... So they end up at Pizza Hut smelling of car fumes... What a world we live in, but you must never give in or waiver by savouring every unsavoury tax hike, I'd rather fax a picture of my ass to five fat pricks on tricycles who don't know how to smile... A smile goes a mile, a long way to seducing by reducing the recipient to wild ecstasy... Or so it did once when humans knew how to have a joke and laugh, before they turned into automatons getting spanked by automatrons with studied belts, and are into S&M like they studied hell. Like Stuart D. L. He needs a new PA ASAP to SLAP on the ass when she misbehaves. Note to self.. must be kind, must be nice... must have setbacks! Open mouth, start yelling, wild out, get a Xylophone and play it with aggressive tension... Rah Rah Rah! You sunk my battleshippp!! I'm sorry I don't know what came over you. An ogre's orgasm apparently... Drum Roll. Ogreasm. Another Drum Roll. An ogre's ogreasm after an ogregy. We're out of drum rolls, here have a tumbleweed its on the house... The next time you'll have to climb up there and get it down yourself... In fact you may tumble in your vain attempts to get that weed, so you'll need to inject heroin into your vein like the narcissistic Heroine, who managed to ruin that new superhero film by not turning up for her scenes... So the film was cancelled and withered away by the Cancer cells... Don't worry, I know I'm getting cancer, its inevitable, look at all the shit we pump into our tormented human blubbery. Cans of coca cola and Pepsi, the food, the radiation from cell phones and computers... A wave of us are going to die out quicker than one of Elisabeth Fritzl's screams. Messed up existence we all share. If its one thing that we have in common its that we are all con men.
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Its a Cowardly New World we're facing.
In the midst of this nightmare I might work hard. Or in hindsight, I might lie down and sleep for ten years, and reawaken when the world reaches the zenith of its insanity.