Hey hey now what’s that smell? Just like corn-bred done too well! What you need, you know I got! So hands up….
That’s right, corn-bred. Yellow & knobby. Masters degrees in knees-iology. Dribbling chin diplomas – congrats to Topsy-Turvy Crazy Downside-Up Whirled. That cakein’ hath been taken – full belly, dribbling chins.
Not one single email, not one single snail mail, and not one single donation sent this way. Yours Offended By The Alphabet Creator Truly has busted his literal existence in this medium of exchange for going on five years, and there was not even one single person with the fortitude to even acknowledge this website in the month gone by, even anonymously. And such tells Yours Conceptual Scrambler Truly all One needs to know – corn-bred chickenshits make up my readership. And corn-bred chickenshits are certainly not entitled to weekly productions. Only one person has ever admitted to me that they have read this website – my lady-friend V. Speaking of which, I used to think that I did my best work alone, but V assures me that my non-sole-proprietorship is quite on top of things.
It must be something to engage in an activity but not be able to admit it. Why should One spend many hours each and every week for what has to be an unappreciative and captive audience, no? What is my fulfillment – to be varyingly and endlessly preyed upon for years with no end in sight? To be constantly lied to One’s face without so much as a word having been spoken? To be meaninglessly reassured by those without the common courtesy or moral decency to even speak a dozen or so words that are years overdue? To be bombarded with often ridiculous and always meaningless stimuli by those seemingly unable to escape millennia old confines? To have One’s peace of mind shattered for ignorance’s sake? To run a simulation of which the program has been all too evidently exposed as harshly limited, therefore fraudulent, antiquated and in need of updating with suffice enlightenment? To have entities claim ownership over One, without so much as a choice, a say, or even a basic dialogue? And as for those who think they meaningfully acknowledged this website by making an appearance – have they not the philosophy to even contemplate that their presence is in fact a worse punishment than that of those who seek to grind One to smithereens? And where is the foundational base and reciprocal debate on such plain and elementary notions? Even a pimp has the common courtesy and moral decency to speak with their prostitutes. How many people truly know what it is like to have their skin crawl in their own home, going on years?
He said, “I have seen them.” I said, “OK, it’s yours.” Escape from the Prison Planet….And now, for One’s next trick, and something that very few, if any will understand: To the spastic one-finger underside nose rubbers, the disheveled sky/building gazers/gawkers, the wristwatch checkers, and the comical backseat with front-seat empty passengers, to name a few – Simulate this: Go Fuck Yourselves, in private! What a Wascawy Wabbit Whole!
That is the last photo that Yours Mama’s Boy Truly has with Mom – Summer of 2018.
The last and surely the best advice Mom gave me not long before she passed was to, “Never be subservient to anyone, no matter the power.”
Mom is the bravest person I have known. It is only fair to follow such advice. Therefore, whoever you are, “I’m coming for you!”
And on that note, how’s about those chomo, Teutonic tallywacker ticklers, Donald ’Tiny Cock’ Trump and, that “royal” and literal Rear Admiral, Queen Charles the Turd? A couple of Globalist bitches gone awry from Germanic wasteland, now times three. Yup, for the first time in history, a sitting president has been summoned to kiss the “royal” ring, “royal” inbred stool-groomed posterior and, “royal” ascended genitalia.
Best Buds Planning WWIII
Tsk tsk tsk to those two feeble Teutonic warmongers. One can only imagine how many peasants lives have been planned for eradication in such an innocuous looking “royal” carriage ride around Satan’s estate? Surely Trumps journey to finger-bang, on “royal” grounds, ol’ chomo Chucky’s ascended genitalia in such extravagant style has undoubtedly secured the pact of obfuscated sleeper-cell America’s blatant Crown status with that of Nazi-British-Crown lineage with all antiquated carriage rides leading to Ger-mania itself and peasant death for “royal” profits initiatives the centuries over. Sieg Heil Trump! Sieg Heil the Windsors. Sieg Heil the waxing Teutonic war machine for UKrainian glory and continued “royal” affiliated world domination! Your subjugation depends on it.
