Where's Perin?
VisitMeInHell:
So, if I were to deliver my message in a theatre, I'd hang a temporary gate over HALF the exitways, so that people fleeing could CHOOSE to escape through the GatesOfHell and hear them slammed closed as they passed, LIBERATED! -- OR, walk on by.
Just a wand would do ... with sound/light-effects, of course. *wave*
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I worked hard today. I liberated many -- solved much -- and learned that the people living in what is known as 'Hungary' are very talented and interesting people. Since FULL_BABBILIZATION is the RULE_OF_THE_DAY, I was not able to interpret their songs, but a translator provided some script along the bottom of the screen. I am very thankful for their translative skills/efforts.
I emailed the Sultan and told him that in the LionsJaws there is no communication and nobody even knows my name -- censored before my message was even heard -- and nobody even cares -- so openning business outlets 'round about the AverageAmerican's parts is not conducive to PROFITS. Even if outlets were opened, they'd be drowned in a BABBLE_OF_NOISE rendering ALL_MESSAGES 'irrelevent collateral damage.'
So, after injecting the cure for the ReignOfTerrorViri, I took a swim and layed in the sun awhile, basking in it's warmth while regurgitating CENSORSHIP_ISSUES through my UniversalTheorem. Found an interesting ANSWER for the ARMS_INDUSTRY conundrum: recycle. We need to move the water around and it will take more steel than we have.
Meanwhile, I heard a gun in the forest and was reminded about the sounds of bullets zinging next to my head -- cutting the air -- the 'boom' reverberating a few moments after. My sister and I were on a hiking trail. A bullet travels faster than sound. The ReignOfBullets cuts the air like lightening -- it's what you hear FIRST.
And at that moment of memory, the sun got lost in the branches of one of my beloved trees. It's the big tree that worries me as it's so near my cabin-construction. I thought, "if I had a bazooka, I could blow that branch away and liberate the sun." So, I pondered that, realizing I could go buy one right now. Then I could go buy a bunch of fireworks and make my own shells if the shells were CENSORED from my purchasing them. Then, I imagined the tree on fire, engulfed in flames, spreading along the canopy of forest -- OR, the bazooka-shell taking out the branch, then travelling over to my neighbors' cabin and setting it on fire. Shit, I thought -- can't even have a decent afternoon, what with all the censorship -- now the sun is even conspiring to keep me from having fun.
Then I realized that I could cut a few of those large branches without harming the tree -- it would allow in more light and would also make the tree LESS_WIND_PRONE_TO_DAMAGE. Good idea!
And suddenly, I saw a person far away in my minds' eye, and that person was on the top step of ladder, reaching -- reaching -- stretching for something on a top-shelf. That's when I pulled the trigger of my bazooka, set the trees and cabins on fire, and scared the shit out of this person whose child was suppossed to cure the common-cold next decade. But since I ReignOfTerrorized my neighbor in this FLASH_FORWARD, then that GENIUS wouldn't be born at all.
Geee, guess I shouldn't shoot trees with bazookas. WhodaThunkIt!
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You can call it 'humor' all you want -- the message is still ALWAYS_VALID. Truth is, if you don't laugh, you'll cry -- and we don't have time to be crying. We have a BigFix to accomplish. RightTheFuckAway.
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So, all across the world, people have GotTheMessage. The most censored people in the world are my own neighbors, my government agencies and so-called FreePress. I solved WorldHunger today -- I solved revitalization of the AgricultureIndustry today. But it matters not to 'America' because I spelled a word wrong -- didn't cross an 'i' or dot a 't' (intentional, like that matters squat) -- and have been PRE-APPROVED for CENSORSHIP after reviewing my PERSONAL_MEDICAL_FILES, school transcripts, job history, PERSONAL_CHECKBOOK_HISTORY/credit history, what I've done or not done with my crotch and whether or not I use certain 'offensive' letters in my words. My government wants me to shut the fuck up and die -- or they'll do it for me. I hate it in HELL and can hardly wait to leave.
And there I was, long ago, in the alpine of Switzerland -- and welcomed with open arms. Couldn't speak a word to each other but we sure shared MESSAGES. I wonder if the person that gave me food was a 'liberal' or maybe a 'conservative' or maybe even a 'metrosexual?' If I'd have known at the time, I have been TRAINED to spit at them, curse their breath and seek ways in which to undermine and extinguish their ability to THRIVE in as many SANCTIONED ways as possible.
Good thing I've always ignored bullshit. And I still love Switzerland and the sharing of messages there. Or, is that spelled 'messege?' How should I know? I'm an AverageAmerican. We hate English.
I stole a blanket. Intentionally. I didn't need it -- at the time -- although it's saved my life since -- more than once. The point is, I stole a blanket from ThePeopleOfSwitzerland. You nurtured, warmed, fed and even bathed me and I stole one of your blankets while staying in one of your bomb-shelters in Bazil.
I should be prosecuted. Immediately. Let TheMessage be heard -- these BABBILIZED_FOOLS around here are too dumbed-down to EVER even read it -- let alone get past the first 'offensive' letter. They're so busy HATING_ME they ignored every word anyway. I'll trade for science, ye' Swissers.
Of course, you'll have to loan me some blankets ... one for my old dog too, the oldest member of my family who gets rather cold rather easily. And you'll have to wrap my piano carefully or make a better one available. I'll bring along -- to share -- some excellent American-made, uhhhmmm, errrrrr -- it's my understanding that American_Hellish_Hatreds aren't en vogue elsewhere ... so, maybe I'll find something at WalSmart. Anyway, I'm sorry about the blanket -- but my theft was PREORDAINED. Kind regards and we'll see each other soon to talk?
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Ya' betchyerass it's about NationalSecurity.
(That was for Perin).
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In your DELUSSION, you have deemed all things 'offensive' and waged war against AllOfUs. You're so busy labelling and hating that the KeysToTheUniverse are 'irrelevent collateral damage.' You sicken me. Where the fuck is the nearest embassy? Hello! Please send a RESCUE_VEHICLE -- the AverageAmerican has been flea-bitten to near death by the zealotries of DOUBLE_STANDARDIZED_HYPOCRITES. I'm so ashamed to have EVER been a part of it.
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So, if I were to deliver my message in a theatre, I'd hang a temporary gate over HALF the exitways, so that people fleeing could CHOOSE to escape through the GatesOfHell and hear them slammed closed as they passed, LIBERATED! -- OR, walk on by.
Just a wand would do ... with sound/light-effects, of course. *wave*
-----------------------------------------------------
I worked hard today. I liberated many -- solved much -- and learned that the people living in what is known as 'Hungary' are very talented and interesting people. Since FULL_BABBILIZATION is the RULE_OF_THE_DAY, I was not able to interpret their songs, but a translator provided some script along the bottom of the screen. I am very thankful for their translative skills/efforts.
I emailed the Sultan and told him that in the LionsJaws there is no communication and nobody even knows my name -- censored before my message was even heard -- and nobody even cares -- so openning business outlets 'round about the AverageAmerican's parts is not conducive to PROFITS. Even if outlets were opened, they'd be drowned in a BABBLE_OF_NOISE rendering ALL_MESSAGES 'irrelevent collateral damage.'
So, after injecting the cure for the ReignOfTerrorViri, I took a swim and layed in the sun awhile, basking in it's warmth while regurgitating CENSORSHIP_ISSUES through my UniversalTheorem. Found an interesting ANSWER for the ARMS_INDUSTRY conundrum: recycle. We need to move the water around and it will take more steel than we have.
Meanwhile, I heard a gun in the forest and was reminded about the sounds of bullets zinging next to my head -- cutting the air -- the 'boom' reverberating a few moments after. My sister and I were on a hiking trail. A bullet travels faster than sound. The ReignOfBullets cuts the air like lightening -- it's what you hear FIRST.
And at that moment of memory, the sun got lost in the branches of one of my beloved trees. It's the big tree that worries me as it's so near my cabin-construction. I thought, "if I had a bazooka, I could blow that branch away and liberate the sun." So, I pondered that, realizing I could go buy one right now. Then I could go buy a bunch of fireworks and make my own shells if the shells were CENSORED from my purchasing them. Then, I imagined the tree on fire, engulfed in flames, spreading along the canopy of forest -- OR, the bazooka-shell taking out the branch, then travelling over to my neighbors' cabin and setting it on fire. Shit, I thought -- can't even have a decent afternoon, what with all the censorship -- now the sun is even conspiring to keep me from having fun.
Then I realized that I could cut a few of those large branches without harming the tree -- it would allow in more light and would also make the tree LESS_WIND_PRONE_TO_DAMAGE. Good idea!
And suddenly, I saw a person far away in my minds' eye, and that person was on the top step of ladder, reaching -- reaching -- stretching for something on a top-shelf. That's when I pulled the trigger of my bazooka, set the trees and cabins on fire, and scared the shit out of this person whose child was suppossed to cure the common-cold next decade. But since I ReignOfTerrorized my neighbor in this FLASH_FORWARD, then that GENIUS wouldn't be born at all.
Geee, guess I shouldn't shoot trees with bazookas. WhodaThunkIt!
----------------------------------------------------------------------
You can call it 'humor' all you want -- the message is still ALWAYS_VALID. Truth is, if you don't laugh, you'll cry -- and we don't have time to be crying. We have a BigFix to accomplish. RightTheFuckAway.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------
So, all across the world, people have GotTheMessage. The most censored people in the world are my own neighbors, my government agencies and so-called FreePress. I solved WorldHunger today -- I solved revitalization of the AgricultureIndustry today. But it matters not to 'America' because I spelled a word wrong -- didn't cross an 'i' or dot a 't' (intentional, like that matters squat) -- and have been PRE-APPROVED for CENSORSHIP after reviewing my PERSONAL_MEDICAL_FILES, school transcripts, job history, PERSONAL_CHECKBOOK_HISTORY/credit history, what I've done or not done with my crotch and whether or not I use certain 'offensive' letters in my words. My government wants me to shut the fuck up and die -- or they'll do it for me. I hate it in HELL and can hardly wait to leave.
And there I was, long ago, in the alpine of Switzerland -- and welcomed with open arms. Couldn't speak a word to each other but we sure shared MESSAGES. I wonder if the person that gave me food was a 'liberal' or maybe a 'conservative' or maybe even a 'metrosexual?' If I'd have known at the time, I have been TRAINED to spit at them, curse their breath and seek ways in which to undermine and extinguish their ability to THRIVE in as many SANCTIONED ways as possible.
Good thing I've always ignored bullshit. And I still love Switzerland and the sharing of messages there. Or, is that spelled 'messege?' How should I know? I'm an AverageAmerican. We hate English.
I stole a blanket. Intentionally. I didn't need it -- at the time -- although it's saved my life since -- more than once. The point is, I stole a blanket from ThePeopleOfSwitzerland. You nurtured, warmed, fed and even bathed me and I stole one of your blankets while staying in one of your bomb-shelters in Bazil.
I should be prosecuted. Immediately. Let TheMessage be heard -- these BABBILIZED_FOOLS around here are too dumbed-down to EVER even read it -- let alone get past the first 'offensive' letter. They're so busy HATING_ME they ignored every word anyway. I'll trade for science, ye' Swissers.
Of course, you'll have to loan me some blankets ... one for my old dog too, the oldest member of my family who gets rather cold rather easily. And you'll have to wrap my piano carefully or make a better one available. I'll bring along -- to share -- some excellent American-made, uhhhmmm, errrrrr -- it's my understanding that American_Hellish_Hatreds aren't en vogue elsewhere ... so, maybe I'll find something at WalSmart. Anyway, I'm sorry about the blanket -- but my theft was PREORDAINED. Kind regards and we'll see each other soon to talk?
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Ya' betchyerass it's about NationalSecurity.
(That was for Perin).
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In your DELUSSION, you have deemed all things 'offensive' and waged war against AllOfUs. You're so busy labelling and hating that the KeysToTheUniverse are 'irrelevent collateral damage.' You sicken me. Where the fuck is the nearest embassy? Hello! Please send a RESCUE_VEHICLE -- the AverageAmerican has been flea-bitten to near death by the zealotries of DOUBLE_STANDARDIZED_HYPOCRITES. I'm so ashamed to have EVER been a part of it.
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posted by Clayton Leon Winton | 10:29 PM
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