Metallica - No Leaf Clover.
This is a song for Hitler Minnesota.
We are all pieces of the same sexualized cacophony.
Case Study – Issue #44: The Alloy’s Curvature
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Вони повернулися до рекламного агентства будинок та збите hxxxxx mxxxxxxxx. Поліція покинула його як це вимкнене щоб бути двійчастий хрест від імені федерального канадського уряду. Майбутнє unwxxxxxx.
INT. Conference Room. Day.
ASSOCIATE is sitting at the table like a familiar quake. (The walls have been sprayed with a multitude of shells and armour-shattering explosions.)
BENIFER MCFUCK is standing on the opposite side. (He is leaning so heavily he looks like a sleeping glitch.)
DANNY SUNGLASSES assumes a post by the smashed windows. (He is a coffee Ra, overseeing a world he assists but has no control over.)
Helicopters fly by heedlessly. (They look to be piloted by malfunctioning, automated chairs.)
The congregation of police officers leads a convoy of military vehicles into the immediate zone. (Distant rumblings indicate a massive wave of co-ordinated support inbound.)
ASSOCIATE
Is there any other room?
BENIFER MCFUCK
What, your condo isn’t good enough for us?
Associate glances at his hammock in the corner. (His divorce left him with three concurrent ellipses.)
The area around his camp has been overrun by vermin. (There is feces littering space used for rat-fights and crab-sex.)
OBVIOUS MANNEQUIN is screaming into a pillow. (Nobody invited Obvious Mannequin.)
ASSOCIATE
What a stupid life.
Impossibilities (Troy Weatherbones, Blog Entry #50.)
Regarding the e-mail I posted a few weeks back, the trail has run dry on Solomon Bundy. I’d like to thank everyone who helped me track down his weirdly elusive online journal (not a blog, an online journal, motherfuckers.) The last post I saw he wrote was about him going to the moon.
It turns out they’re still running pods up to that docking station, but tours have been significantly hedged. Anyone have any elads on new Whiskey Skull stuff? The IRC chats have been barren as far as I can gather. Even 4chan is dead. People keep telling me to check out “deep web” but I’ve been assured it’s all child pornography and drug trafficking. If anyone has the balls to parse through that sea of policenip and throw up their research is now officially given the green light by me. I’d hate for this blog to turn into a Whiskey Skull follower resource, but I’m pretty disillusioned at the moment with what’s been going on in Tronno and the whole industry taking a fucking nosedive so… Let’s get something going.
Case Study – Issue #43: In The Future, You Cannot Hate Me Because I Am A Wreck
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Колега рятує даму з ther яйце на її душі плеча. Динозавр робить відшкодування, але утікає. Три напою вантажівкою та Колегою обговорює його бабу та нову генерацію xxxxxxxxxx що вони позбавляють слави.
[“She’s out there somewhere.” (Вона певно мертва.)
“Who?” (Ви ідіот.)
“My wife.”
“Your ex-wife? Or did you get married again really fast?” (Так. Так ви розповідаєте йому.)
“My ex-wife, yeah… She’s up there flying.”
“When you first told me I thought you said you were married to some chick, and you had a mini stroke when you were saying it.”
“No… No, she’s a bird. I was divorced by a bird.”
“How does one go about doing that?”
“Well-“
“I mean, how much of a fucking ridiculous human being do you intend on being?”
“She grew into it. Marriage is just a big metaphor we keep fighting for. Maybe I married a metaphor.”
“You got yourself entangled in a double metaphor.”
“That’s… That’s exactly it.”
“What did you learn from it? It’s not so bad if you learned something.”
“I’ve decided to leave it up to other people to tell me what I’m supposed to take away from it.”
“Just listening to it, I feel like I’ve learned something.”
“Well… fucking… keep it to yourself.”
“I could tell you.”
“You could let me go. You could do that.”]
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