No more than the marketed can bear.: July 2011

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Robert Preston

Said to me at Santa Paula heir port-

The Music Man= Culminating-ly happening!

The Last Starfighter= Already has!

Loved him like a father!

Miss him like a son.

The guv-mint decided to not burn your entitled ass until they get at least two thirds, of the money stash!
Hey they need to complete the con-struction of their get aways before our asses are decimated.
Then those of you with less chance of survival, will be buried cleaned, gleaned and pre-tended to by the raven population, who's belief and survival IS, more important than yours. The bastards continue to sign in public to your faces like the street gangs of the underwhirled (they also proliferate and con-troll) to let you know. Your base objection to their ruse and silent overthrow, means SHIT!

See ya soon when they corral your ass out of your benefits and entitlements! If you've been retired and comfy for awhile, your ride IS over. Throne!

Food, the final affront-tear!

Most all the prepared food producers have been cut out of their market supplies!
It sure as health ain't going to starving nations!
The fail safe save their own ass erectors have their cushy spot reserved!

I've written every cocksucker of the erected pretense!

I told them to put the country to work.

Stop, the yearly flooding overflow of fresh waters from the east that silts and stifles the gulf ocean. Been heir shell, done that!

Build a canal from the east to the desert western edge, for emergency shipping and aqueduct.

But know, now there's gonna be a drought!

I guess taking care of us before the oncoming calamities has less bearing for need!

The bastards at the hell-m of guv-mint!

You don't see any of those erected fucks giving up their pay and perks!

Lion their ass off!

But you see them telling the lower grunts at fire and police on pension, "they gotta give up half of theirs"!

TIME, for the predators to become!

The Hunted!

Once up on a time!

As soon as I turn on my broadband.
Errrrrrr!
Here comes the ci fuckin a!

Flying below the heavens off the seeded clouds!

Fucking elite watch when the light goes on!

Gotta love con-comcast!

Sellout mother fuckers!

Saturday, July 30, 2011

Ted Kisinski

Worked for the fucking cia, duh?

The Norwegians friends say he disappeared for more than SIX weeks before losing his nut, duh!

You still don't get IT!

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Ever since the dawn of time!

You cocksuckers have always KILLED!

The Messengers!

You FUCKERS!

Have NEVER been worthy!

Of what you asked for!

Better call home and get your instructions @!

Creating a huskters tax base!

A service industry never pay's IT'S accorded recorded taxes!

(un less the lease IS INN your name)

The shadow of a flourished undernourished un employed skull-society!

The most any representative has EVER done.

Pretend to listen to your direction, at election time.

Once erected, the mother fuckers work con-certedly to water down our directions, only to be directed by the subterfuge of most imminent elitist protocols. Stinking of commie, fascist, industrialist/socialist inferiority!

Always to pry from your hands moneys, well earned to be heaped upon projects that dinkle the well being of your society! Taking the bulk of the legislated heap-ings to the offerings of their masters greater goals.

To sequester you from your labors well earned money, to their goals!

Then without much encouragement of their mis-managing deeds. Get erected again!

When you truly emit the consciousness of a savant in circling repetition.

You bath in your ineptitude of ignorance!

These words won't mean anything to you!

Because, IT'S TRUE!

None of you are worthy of your remote con-trolled shallow beliefs.

I'd like to think IT'S your flail-ings.

But IT truly IS, your plain fucking stupid!

Hey Blindly!