Nymph o’ maniacs indeed. Forget the ugly stepsisters, how’s about a case of terminal verbal diarrhea personified of the spewing siren suffocative synopsis. So it goes, south. Always south, south in a hurry. Dribbling from whence it came. Roots, sickly routes. Absorptive desiccation, nutritional abomination, obliterative permeation, the pigs upon the lipstick. Defoliating fairytale deforestation, flitting about so clear-cuttingly horrific in denaturation developmental dissociative display of these ages. Oh, the ages. Five second minutes, minutes made hourly, centuries of sleaze upon millennia before the blink of an eye. Yes, the Globalist hamadryad. Satanic symbiotic suffocation served surreptitiously. Network news. Petrified. Razed Vomit.
So I went. Eating. Found one to have a look. Television. Network news. Globalist hamadryad. Nothing left but cordwood, a paved parking lot and purgatorial souls, no matter the geographical location. One and the same. Projection of desperation emanating from alphabetical whores and lobotomized logrollers. Take your pick. One and the same. Topsy-turvy crazy downside-up world, a thing of the past. Encephalitis lethargica epoch commencement. OBJECTS IN MIRRORED ARE DUMBER THAN THEY APPEAR.
Then, as I watched, thankfully, a muted, yet sense defying smorgasbord of subtitled scare mongering about ‘the next disease’ society should be panicking about spewing out of some long expired, centrally canned location, the mindless drivel of which was clearly that of a logorrheic, lobotomized logroller “professional” doctor, as opposed to the alphabetical whore tele-prompting themself into a shameless living in promoting such a festering and bloated corpse, the ticker at the bottom of said chaotic abortion unduly murdering braincells flashed the headline ‘Women’s Infertility Linked to Road Noise.” And I thought to myself, “Well, science has finally reached its pinnacle, now I can happily die knowing that truly nothing more amazing could possibly be discovered worth knowing.” So I finished my eggs Benedict and, how shall I say, got the fuck out of there, hoping of course that climate change would not murder me before I had a chance to traverse the parking lot and shamefully enter my motorized encapsulating device destined to carry me to some other geographical location in derring-do, windows rolled down suffocative atmospheric swirling anomaly, now no doubt to be scrambling the very ovum of such militant women to be so courageously using sidewalks, and daringly driving themselves somewhere in such dangerous road noise conditions. And what of those three-legged women that our centuries of sleaze upon millennia before the blink of an eye in twenty-first century progressiveness, surely such road noise will no doubt having them shooting blanks inside other three-legged women of mirrored projection, no? Today’s logic would surely dictate so!
Undoubtedly, it will not be long before automobiles, sidewalks, any other road traversing device, main road domiciles and storefronts, and quite literally television programs, movies, and any other “entertainment” medium harbouring road noise or simulated road noise likeness will have to, like a pack of cigarettes, come with adorning warning labelling covering at least two-thirds of the object dared to be permitted within such obviously dangerous proximity to that of a road and the ovary destroying demarcation of said roads construct. It just makes sense, does it not? Come to think of it, to save humanity, perhaps each all-knowing leader of our respective societies should declare themself as Brother/Sister Number One and then declare cities illegal, where all should become one with nature in agrarian utopia. Hmm, sounds ideally plausible! Or did some geographical location already go down that road? I bet all will choose the Killing Fields over Murderous Roads. Heck, I am a believer already. Unless of course that dirt road noise turns out to be more harmful than the paved variety. Too many oxcart with steel-shod wooden wheels accompanying those dangling cowbells and bleating sheep must surely be the warning sign of the new fangled apocalypse!? (Cambodia – Khmer Rouge – Tuol Sleng, for the unknowing readership)
Can I get one for the victim mentality? Yes you may. Troubling indeed when one comes to realize that, ovum scrambling road noise, like climate change, adversely affects the lower classes in much greater magnitude than those scandalous rich folks who dare not ride the bus, and are clearly too sufficiently well-off in being able to purchase vehicles with what could be described as none other than insular noise-cancelling and therefore life-giving advantage over the rest of the road noise vulnerable ilks society over. Just say no to privileged sound muffling insulation for the rich! Or force car manufacturing companies to pile that shit on a three inch standardization legislation. Please, write your local political prostitute to complain. #Sound-Deadening-For-Life. And make the rich pay for it of course, perhaps with their lives. Yup, sounds fair.
Did I actually read said study about road noise being a cause of infertility in women? Fuck no. Besides, like television well over a decade ago, I have quit the fucking internet, apart from rattling out my weekly excuse for paragraphical worthiness. Who would waste their time on such mindless shit? other than clearly some, I am guessing, university “educated” fuck-tards borne of the progressive West that wasted untold amounts of their lives to commit to such fuck-tard-ism. Although, it could very well be the first Artificial Intelligence derived medical study of our encephalitis lethargica epoch commencement. Globalist hamadryad productions. OBJECTS IN MIRRORED ARE DUMBER THAN THEY APPEAR. Assuredly, such a road noise causes infertility in women could not have been dreamed up anywhere else than that of a ‘Progressive West’ lobotomized logroller environment anyways, could it?
As a matter of fact, Yours Puke Shoveller Truly has developed some form of hypothesis or another on such a subject. A hypothesis other than the entire globe, from cities to the quaintest little hamlets and troglodyte cave dwelling locations should definitively and rapidly be nuked one hundred times over for cleanliness purposes. Such a hypothesis is probably not at all very interesting, relevant, nor even coherent, but I am guessing that if one has gotten this far, chances are that you will reluctantly read on to termination point. Or very well, like the lazy fuck that you are, permit my auto reader ‘Sharon’ to do all of the dirty work for you. I surely do let ‘Sharon’ give it to me crooked.
Alas, the scientific Methodist. Well, not exactly. Make it the scientific Catholicism, the scientific Islamist, and the scientific Hinduism, warmly speaking. Navigate those tunnels. Head-pipe emissions – fill her up, for added road noise. It grows and it blows. Very horny indeed. Cacophony of conglomerative cohesion. So goes India, Pakistan, Indonesia, the Philippines…warmly speaking. Anyone who has been to any city in one of the above aforementioned geographical locations has surely come to experience a road noise of overarching heightened magnitude. Heck, if they did not breed like rabbits over yonder, while surely having won the gold medal and podium apex for road noise that disqualified the West entry into such an arena of thought even, one might think it possible for the entirety of India, Indonesia, Philippines, and Pakistani women to be outright sterile in nature, no? Christ, throw a “progressive” Western woman into such a locale for any period of time greater than eighteen months and her ovaries are likely to implode upon themselves in black hole gravitational destruction, in turn causing a clitoral-penile inversion dispersion syndrome, so causing her man to become a penis-whipped fragment of dislocated shadow. Well, come to think of it, that is already a Western trend. Perhaps a trend in Western devolutionary infertility attempted to shame the synaptic dupe for daring to drive on a road. Either such, or all of those fucking chemicals that corporations have been able to cram down our throats, absorb through our dermal layers, inhale of nostrilled ingestion, and collectively ram into any other violated orifice for the taking. That’s right, and you pay for the privilege.
Nope, pressing infertility issues in women, if there really truly is such a thing, must be caused by all of that road noise, especially as the world population has spurted immensely, in the billions, for the last century or so – you know, like when there was barely an automobile in existence, but when the automobiles came to be, including the newfangled accompanying road noise, population growth and road noise went hand in hand across every land, until our time in encephalitis lethargica epoch commencement, when the Globalist hamadryad extinction event regime became so fucking desperate, insidious, and clambering for any self-worth-questioning stimuli to toss the lobotomized logrolling synaptic underscores desperately scrambling for the braincase inputs of macabrely welding something to such wavering, wobbling, and winded persona suiciding, that the equivalent of blurting out – swimming in any body of water has been linked to elevated levels of ear cancer has become the new Top 40 Hitlist . But do not worry, because there will be another study to come out shortly that will have a definitive link of tying the process of inserting a penis into a vagina leading to excessive continental drift and elevated tsunami occurrences.
The road to Globalist hamadryad damnation. Such is the only shrill enough noise capable of incurring truly damaging reproductive harm. Reproduced on every channel and medium they so destructively sow. OBJECTS IN MIRRORED ARE DUMBER THAN THEY APPEAR.
Now 16071 days long!