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            Amerikan experience is shot through with hate and dissension.  

The fucking sane are left with a  jumping up-n-down pounding on the wall level of daily anguish and awareness. 

My own inability to accept the official line costs me because I know counting on a liar to not lie is good politics but I can't do it. 

The demonic little bastards are breeding each other.

 Maybe cloning wouldn't please god but I won't/ shit I don't/ mind at all, go ahead. Use my tax dollars and give the extra to the poor.

I am all for the science button, somebody push the fucking thing and get this place fixed up, civilization is heading for over if we make peace with a world run by demented- deluded - freaks like ol' DJT, let me tell you.

 Cults open before you at all levels, to escape or join you must duck humanity and go gnashing around, grinding gods into new things inducted into and then out of humanity by weird rituals written and borne in volumes soaked in Nixons urine, carried and elevated by devotees of the Sisters of Pornographia flouncing and warbling in the parliament in the UK hidden right there, as well as right behind the curtains in the Oval Office, hey?

Open the brocade and be transported, say the Magic Chants of Being, all written on sheets of lined toilet paper in Tricia's secret bathroom by the Nixon Gnomes, Henry and Haldeman. -  This leads to the changes in hearing and comprehending that the elevation of thee into the wonderous production necessitates, the dance of delusion begetting the rapturous frenzy construed as patriotism now includes thee. 

So Cowboy Up, Motherfuckers

there has been some more scrabbling from the little cretins of trumplestan and the brain squeezer virality of their being is now much like that of sheep with a wolf in the middle of them all.

 They are nervous, frightened and dangerous as hell en masse so if you see any on their backs on the sidewalk, helplessly waving their tendrils and tentacles, don't just squish them, just nudge them off there and into the gutter with your shoe. That way the crud doesn't get oozed out and infects something else.

Jess and I went to the Oregon State Fair. I was scrutinizing some rocks in a cool little hippie rock shit booth when I found a meteorite. A whole bowl of them. From Morrocco the sign said.

Now, about going down the fair, if I even get to go, fuck this covid shit, but we did anyway

I like the animals, especially the fucking goats with their evil countenance and clown mentality and they were there, but a bowl of Morrocan Meteorites for sale at the Oregon State Fair?.

I know about Moroccan meteorites, maybe. The rock guy did not.

How the fuck do I know anything about Moroccan Meteorites? 

  I know so trifling little about the meteorite trade in Morocco that I am not sure if I just made it up myself and liked it so much I made it real for right here.

 Acting as if I knew the deal, I got a great deal, two rocks for $10.00. 

I actually do know of a guy in Morrocco, who has a pile of meteorites he found/finds out in the desert, all in the same area. He says there are some there he had tried to chip pieces off of to bring to sell, but the stuff is too hard to chip. Dynamite doesn't hurt it either he says. Soooo? Maybe I do know something about Moroccan Meteorites, after all, hey?

-Barb Wire on Automatic Motherfuckers

I want to say thank-you and kind of goodbye to Mr. Charlie Watts. I got him on vinyl,tape,mp3,CD and every other way I could attain a selection of the music he made for 50 years for me.

He was and always will be of the gold standard for class and percussionism par excellance.

That can't be changed or denied, ever.