Sunday 21 October 2012

end times for our mcbastardists

narcosis: a state of sleep or drowsiness.

Im sleepy, sleepy but wide awake, I did plan to post a Blog yesterday, however, My computer crashed, I bet it has somethin to do with quoting Bordo, a alpha and omega an appetite for worms, worms in my mushy seratonin soaked post apocalytik frontal lobes.....
As boring as it gets here, its better than L.a., we dont wake to gun shots & earthquakes,we wake to mcfucking kookaburras & David Allan Coes; Take this job & shove it, theres no race war, no full frontal nudity or eccentric poofters stalking the last mcbastard, even without the strip clubs, we gots it pretty sweet thank god im a country boy....
sleep eludes me, no doubt somethin to do with my caffeine intake, or possibly some form of paranoia, thank u miss fackler. I had a point, with no memory of wot it woz, Im gunna just babble on an overintellectual fashion till i run outta space... exestetual narcosis, sleep of the giant, igneous ejacualation of never present occultist zyphropodic nothingness, nothing as sweet as nothing before the big bang, no election of our supreme overlords, hologramik cyber fascists debating the exact point of rebirth, rebirth of a collective consciousness sucked thru a worm hole, spaggetified hallucinations from government supplied psychoactive nihilism.... all held true and proper by the land of the free, home of the slaves....

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